The Traveler and the County Boys
Peter and the Wolf Lyrics


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Reading under bridges, wandering around
Sleeping on park benches and hiding from the town
He left New York a fuck up, trying to just go straight
Didn't know how long that kind of thing would take

But he made up his mind to wait

Made a little progress, got his head a little clear
But just like all his heroes he returned to the beer
Another head a-spinning, another shattered phone
Another night in heartbreak city all alone

And the county boys were down by the liquor store
Telling their proud tales to the lonesome and the poor
And he stood there like a soldier returning from war
He said, "I don't want to be such a bum anymore."

His body was a-hurtin, his head it was a mess
At worst he was a bastard, a tragedy at best
Drunkin', barely moving, stumbling alone
He cursed the world for doing him wrong

When in the distance he heard some kind of song

He followed the sound down a sad old street
Past the panhandlers shufflin' their feet
Through the baker's alley, all the dumpster divers know
Around the corner where the boys were singing low

And the county boys were down by the liquor store
Telling their proud tales to the lonesome and the poor




And he stood there like a soldier returning from war
He said, "I don't want to be such a bum anymore."

Overall Meaning

The Traveler and the County Boys is a song by Peter and the Wolf that tells the story of a man who is trying to turn his life around. He used to be a screw-up in New York, and he decides to leave and start fresh. However, he quickly realizes that it is easier said than done. He spends his days reading under bridges, sleeping on benches and hiding from the town. Despite his efforts to change, he falls back into old habits and returns to drinking.


One night, he hears a song in the distance and follows the sound. He ends up in an alley where the county boys are singing to the lonesome and the poor. The man is inspired by their singing and declares that he doesn't want to be a bum anymore. The song ends on a hopeful note, as the man realizes that there is more to life than drinking and being homeless.


This song captures a universal experience of trying to turn one's life around, but struggling to break free from old habits. The lyrics are evocative and paint a vivid picture of the man's journey, while the melody is melancholic and reflective. Overall, The Traveler and the County Boys is a poignant reflection on the human condition and the power of music to inspire change.


Line by Line Meaning

Reading under bridges, wandering around
He was homeless and spent his time wandering and reading books.


Sleeping on park benches and hiding from the town
He had no place to stay and avoided the city.


He left New York a fuck up, trying to just go straight
He left New York as a failure, hoping to turn his life around.


Didn't know how long that kind of thing would take
He was uncertain how long it would take to accomplish his goal.


But he made up his mind to wait
He was determined to wait it out and make positive progress.


Made a little progress, got his head a little clear
He made some positive strides and cleared his mind.


But just like all his heroes he returned to the beer
He fell back into old habits like his heroes before him.


Another head a-spinning, another shattered phone
He experienced another hangover and broke his phone.


Another night in heartbreak city all alone
He spent another sad and lonely night.


And the county boys were down by the liquor store
The local residents were gathered at the liquor store.


Telling their proud tales to the lonesome and the poor
They shared stories of pride and success to those with little else.


He said, 'I don't want to be such a bum anymore.'
He declared his desire to move away from his poor lifestyle.


His body was a-hurtin, his head it was a mess
He was physically and mentally in rough shape.


At worst he was a bastard, a tragedy at best
He was viewed in the worst possible light and best case was still tragic.


Drunkin', barely moving, stumbling alone
He stumbled around while intoxicated and alone.


He cursed the world for doing him wrong
He blamed his problems on the world and not himself.


When in the distance he heard some kind of song
He heard a faint sound of music in the distance.


He followed the sound down a sad old street
He followed the music down a depressing street.


Past the panhandlers shufflin' their feet
He walked past beggars who were shaking and shuffling their feet.


Through the baker's alley, all the dumpster divers know
He went through a path that only those who searched the dumpsters knew.


Around the corner where the boys were singing low
He turned a corner where some men were quietly singing.




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