with me a while Maybe I could rest beneath your smile Maybe I could feel you right beside 'til I'm home 'Cause it's a long trip alone A long trip alone
Pair of boots and a sack of clothes Free and easy down the road I go Hangin' memories on the high line poles Free and easy down the road I go Free and
Country roads, old theater marquee signs Parkin' lots and billboards flyin' by Spanish moss, little hick town-squares Wild roses on a river bank Girl,
I came up through the trenches Where we only played for tips and alcohol You find out what you're made of when There ain't no gold or platinum on the
girl, I've made a name everybody writes off An open-road hard case, a honky tonk lost cause The fate I'm lookin' at, there ain't no way around A long
Father, meet me with Your arms wide open The world's done broken Your Prodigal Son Down that road I, traveled Everything raveled only came undone Father
We were playin' out in Vegas When this lady pressed her way up to the stage And I forgot what I was singin' When she met me with her meet-me-later gaze
I left that sun sinkin' west in California I was supposed to stay in L.A. a few more weeks But the next time that old sun and I meet up I'll be a thousand
I hear people talk of Heaven And how it's only for the precious few But in the Book that I've been readin' Sounds to me like there's a lotta room So
Got a guitar, got a guitar on my back And I'm standing on this lonesome railroad track Train's a coming, it'll be here 'fore too long But I don't think
I've been called a rambler 'Cause I keep my eyes on that horizon line And I've been called a gambler 'Cause I always wanna let my winnin's ride I've
It's a long trip alone over sand and stone That lie along the road that we all must travel down So maybe you could walk with me a while And maybe I could
Пераклад: Диркс Бэнтлі. Доўгі падарожжа Alone.
I came up through the trenches where we only played for tips and alcohol You find out what you're made of when there ain't no gold or platinum on the
I've been called a rambler 'Cause I keep my eyes on that horizon line And I've been called a gambler 'Cause I always wanna let my winnings ride I've
Girl I've made a name everybody writes off An open-road hard case a honky tonk lost cause The fate I'm lookin' at there ain't know way around A long