Johnny Connors

	作词 : Christy Moore/Wally Page
	作曲 : Christy Moore/Wally Page
	My name is Johnny Connors I am a traveling man
	My people have been traveling since time it first began
	With my horse and covered wagon and my family by my side
	Grazing the long acre, I traveled far and wide
	I met Bridie Maughan my sweet wife on a fair day in Rathkeale
	She was the finest traveling girl that ever wore a shawl
	We worked the tin around Galway on up to Ballinasloe
	For a traveler with a horse to sell it was the place to go
	We sold the old linoleum, swapped carpets for old pine
	But as the years passed on, the traveling life got harder all the time
	Where have all the halting places gone all them friendly doors
	Where we'd haul spring water from the well and sell paper flowers
	Now it's guards and jailers and JCB's to roll big boulders in
	Temporary dwellings are prohibited
	Innocent little traveling children lost out on them streets
	Sons and Daughters on the wine and lying round me feet
	As they try to dull the hurt and pain the rejection that's imposed
	Travelers are not wanted here but there's no place left to go
	My name is Johnny Connors I am a traveling man
	I've taken everything that's been thrown at me
	Now it's time to make a stand

	zuò cí : Christy Moore Wally Page
	zuò qǔ : Christy Moore Wally Page
	My name is Johnny Connors I am a traveling man
	My people have been traveling since time it first began
	With my horse and covered wagon and my family by my side
	Grazing the long acre, I traveled far and wide
	I met Bridie Maughan my sweet wife on a fair day in Rathkeale
	She was the finest traveling girl that ever wore a shawl
	We worked the tin around Galway on up to Ballinasloe
	For a traveler with a horse to sell it was the place to go
	We sold the old linoleum, swapped carpets for old pine
	But as the years passed on, the traveling life got harder all the time
	Where have all the halting places gone all them friendly doors
	Where we' d haul spring water from the well and sell paper flowers
	Now it' s guards and jailers and JCB' s to roll big boulders in
	Temporary dwellings are prohibited
	Innocent little traveling children lost out on them streets
	Sons and Daughters on the wine and lying round me feet
	As they try to dull the hurt and pain the rejection that' s imposed
	Travelers are not wanted here but there' s no place left to go
	My name is Johnny Connors I am a traveling man
	I' ve taken everything that' s been thrown at me
	Now it' s time to make a stand