At the end of summer we set off like trains In the humid, hot weather walking, no sign of rain we rolled About thirty miles, stopping only for barley water Three sons of parents and another pair of parent's daughters
Walking down the tracks Walking down the tracks Walking down the tracks Walking down the tracks
Smoke from the forest fires, filled up the air While we jumped in the lake tired, in our underwear And then kept traveling on, upon trestles through the darkness The full moon glowing orange, in the woods we found a spot to rest
On the tracks Walking on the tracks Walking on the tracks Walking on the tracks
Oh, that old-time feeling of walking without a care All them natural joys and fears do rise and raise our hair
Walking on the tracks Walking on the tracks Walking on the tracks Walking on the tracksTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
