King Bird - Old Jack Тексты

I've been driving oh so long
Still feel ways from home
My throat is dry
The gas is runnin' low
Money I had
Blew off on the ladies, last night

Oh Lord, forgive me
This hell of a road, has no end
I'm sick of the dust

Just need somewhere to bed
Gotta rest these old bones
Come the sunrise, on the road again
I'm gonna roll til I get home, get home...

Oh Lord, forgive me
This hell of a road, has no end
I'm tired of the dust
Good bye, baby...

Don't be shocked at my white hair
Way aback started traveling down the road, down the road
Having some fun, having a good time, baby!
With pretty women
Drinks and rock'n'roll

Oh Lord, forgive me
This hell of a road
Has no end
I'm sick of the dust
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