Текст (слова) песни: John D. Loudermilk - Interstate 40
Walkin` down the shoulder of Interstate 40 just a cussin` every rock that I kick Since I lost everything in the last depression I just give up and I quit But I`m happy though I ain`t had nothing since morning but a cold drink and a pie And it rained up the road bout an hour ago but I`ve walked these brogans dry But that`s just my life out on Interstate 40 but I`m a happy son of a gun The governments givin` me Interstate 40 and the good Lord`s give me a thumb
Now you gotta be carefull out on Interstate 40 cause the highway men ain`t dumb There`s a law against hikin` out on Interstate 40 so you gotta know who to thumb But if you`re like me you wouldn`t mind at all cause what the law calls punishment Is ninety wonderful days of patchin` up old Interstate 40 cement Yeah that`s just my life...
Now the world`s my castle and the grass my carpet and my heart is all my own The rains my bath and Interstate 40 is my home sweet home sweet home Now when I die just plant me close to where the big trucks whine and moan Just anywhere along ole Interstate 40 will rest my weary bones Ha ha ha that`s just my life... And the good Lord`s give me a thumb
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