Рет қаралды 39
©RW
the train is a leaving the station im on my way to Albuquerque
she must be waiting for me with a bottle of wild Turkey
sometimes im dream of im a rollin stone a singer of sad songs
damn the bones, im rock and roll, im a teller on the road
im a long gone gypsy.... Im a healer down the hope, rolling....road, down, down, down the line....
I was born on the outskirts of Texas
you know my daddy was a hard working man, drinking awake ...
leaving my mom for that hooker blues
I grew up with mama along that river...
and my mama, mama died when i was seven years old,
i grew up with an old Indian called 'black follow owl''....
he treated me l like his own son and taught me how to handle a knife,
the 'Apache Blower'....
yeah I rode..... a wild appaloosa.. i was mean, nice tender loser....
rode in to a damn city light there i took my guitar and sang my songs about,
about the Indian trail of tears .. about the Indian trail of tears, Indian trail of tears!
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Now here I am all alone somewhere on a empty train station with a new song
and I feel the blues comin' up and I wish I was down in the land... the land of trail of tears
I have to go back where i left so many tears... roiling, rolling rolling down down
roling, rolling rolling down down down down.... the trail of BITTER TEARS
me and my guitar and my dreams...................................................................
and there will always be a TRAIL OF BITTER TEARS!
RW Itaborai, RJ, Brazil