Haven't been home in four years, I've forgotten the road that takes me there, Haven't seen a face like yours in a long time, Hell, I've seen the hungry on the streets, Hell, I've been the hungry on the streets, I've seen everything from here, to the midnight.
But I aint' going back this time
I've been holdin' on this lonely blues, just to try and make a buck or two, Just to try and make enough for a nice bed tonight, I've met men in every dirty pub, in the corners of every city slum, I've stayed with the prince of Thailand through the summertime.
But I aint' going back this time
These boots been movin' much to fast, so I think I'll stay and share a glass, Can I stay with you in your nice bed tonight? In fact these boots they haven't touched the ground, Never been taught to stick around, but I think I'll stay and settle down for a whileTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
