Down the Highway - Germana Pucci
When Bill gets the blues you hear his noisy mind
louder than his boots dragging behind
at the steering wheel when the day is done
trying to find himself out there on the run
I wake up at night soaking wet my gown
listen to that drip, what a pounding sound
will he make it back? When he's gone I pray to the saints
down the country-side sunrises all the same
With a cigarette on his bottom lip
and the rifle rack right above the seat
threw his hat aside and drove away
in a smokey cloud down the highway
E mi sveglio sai, ogni notte ormai
nel timore che gli succedan guai
mi domando se e quando tornera'
e fa l'alba senza novita'
With the dope he smokes could he be thrown in jail
caught him twice before with friends out on bail
shape 'em while they're young, said my sister Clare
swear across my heart, l'm the one who cares
I wake up at night (etc...)
I admit it's true in my early teens
went around the world with my thumb in my jeans
till I was with child on my way back home
where I spend my days once again alone
I wake up at night (etc...)
Mi domando se e quando tornera'
e fa l'alba senza novita'
© 1987 By Germana Pucci