Highway's made of silver and the night is made of gold The watchman at the tower won't do what he's been told Better hide your latent purity It'll get you nowhere slow Hold tight to your security The robber's getting slow I ride on a freighter I ride on a freighter I ride on a freighter, mama So let the breeze blow past the shadow of my window Tell my mama I forgive her for all she thought she'd done 'cause it was me, and I would rather say you're the last of the ones to be staying here past winter when all the people came to see the snowbird by my window It was love It was... My ride on a snowbird My ride on a snowbird, mama My ride on a snowbird So let the breeze blow past the window by my highways made of silver and the band is made of gold The watchman at the tower He'll do what he is toldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
