Tied to the crossroads you lay Sweet lord, I’m coming home to stay Sworn to the last turn you thrown Sweet lord, I’m coming home for good
Home Sweet lord, I’m coming home Home When I gonna get to go
The sweetest of souls get their fill If you’re telling me they’re blessed, lord, you’re nothing but a chill Pain, they say every name got a page Sweet lord, it’s written on every face
Home When we gonna get to go Home Sweet lord, we’re coming home
Don’t it feel like some kind of ghost? Don’t it feel like some kind of ghost? Don’t it feel like some kind of ghost? Don’t it feel like some kind of ghost? Don’t it feel like some kind of ghost?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
