Don’t wanna know what’s written One the last page Let’s Just leave ‘ causa i’ve grown so tired Of this place
Oh the road is lonesome Before you travel on it Yes, the road is lonesome Before you travel on it
(I)Let the wind run through my fingers There’s a cool breeze coming from the see (I)hear the sand under the wheels There’s a cool breeze coming from the sea
Our Eldorado (old Cadillac..) won’t stop running I’m drifting to sleep While you drive me fare way We left hand over heels
Oh the road is lonesome Before you travel on it
(I)Let the wind run through my fingers There’s a cool breeze coming from the see hear the sand under the wheels There’s a cool breeze coming from the sea
the road is lonesome Before you travel on it
(I)Let the wind run through my fingers There’s a cool breeze coming from the see
We travel light Not more than what fittet in a paperbag Grabbed our boards For a roadtrip in a cadilac (wie paperbag)
Oh the road is lonesome Before you travel on it
Let the wind run through my fingers There’s a cool breeze coming from the see hear the sand under the wheels There’s a cool breeze coming from the seaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
