John and Lucky saw me off The whistle called the times Just six days out to the coast Just six days behind But I've seen every state since then And where my boys have gone Is known to God and four strong winds And I'm here all alone
Now ten long years have somehow passed Since I've seen my hometown And times I've spent upon those streets And faint familiar sounds Still whisper gently in my ear And play upon my eyes And I'll hold on to my memories Till one by one they die
I can hear your passing trains And I wonder what they see And somewhere's out my window Are the places I might be
Now I'm chasing down those pretty little boys They wander through my mind Maybe they'll remember me When I work off my time
But I still belong to everyone And if my sleep allows Well then all those boys Will dance tonight With me and my old pals
But I'm running every single night And every single days Lord I've tried everything I know To somehow find my way Back to that one place in time That fond memory endows Me and my old palsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
