[Verse 1] Millionaire on the run He ain't proud of what he done Shred him fast, don't let them see What it is you've made yourself to be Well they locked him up in the fall Till winter came and the country forgot it all His wife went on and found another man A farmer with a quiet piece of land
[Chorus] Like a sailor looking for America Like a tailor looking for a coat Like a star-crossed lover looking for a place to send this letter he wrote There's always someplace to go
[Verse 2] Nеw Mexico, and a nobleman work Calloused hands and an old t-shirt Wеll nowhere on his body lay Any of the jewelry he's made Well he makes the finest bracelets in the land But no one buys the turquoise from this man So he packs his things and heads into the square Maybe he can make his living there
[Chorus] Like a sailor looking for America Like a tailor looking for a coat Like a star-crossed lover looking for a place to send this letter he wrote There's always someplace to go
[Verse 3] An eight-year-old with his dad's old mitt It'll do the job, but it don't fit Well his buddy is a-quickly rounding third Gun him down while he slides in the dirt Well his mother yells "Dinner's getting cold" It's the bottom of the ninth, it's real close Well hey there guys, can we take a little break Spaghetti is my favorite thing she makes
[Chorus 2] Like a chain gang moving down the line Like a wise man who sees that star a-shining Like an absent father who puts his car in drive Just to buy another bottle of wine
[Chorus] Like a sailor looking for America Like a tailor looking for a coat Like a star-crossed lover looking for a place to send this letter he wrote There's always someplace There's always someplace There's always someplace to goTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
