Текст (слова) песни: B.B. King - The Road I Travel
Well, the rocks is my pillow The cold ground is my bed The highway is my home so I might as well be dead
I`m walkin` and walkin`, seems I have no place to go Yes, mama`s dead and gone And papa throw me from his door
I have one pair of shoes Don`t even have a change of clothes And this road I`ve got to travel, yes, it`s so chilly and cold
Yes, I`m going to have religion and learn how to pray I need help, now people, seem that`s the only way
I`m travellin` and travelin` Seem like this road has got no end I ain`t got nobody, people In this whole world to call my friend
I`ve got so much trouble, people, sometimes I could cry I`ve got so much trouble, so much trouble Sometimes I could cry Yes, sometimes I could just break down Seem like I could just break down and die
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