Chorus:
So take off your
thirsty boots
and stay for
a while,
Your feet are
hot and weary,
from a dusty
mile,
And maybe I can
make you laugh,
maybe I can try,
I'm just looking
for the evening,
the morning in
your eye.
So tell me of the ones you
saw
As far as you could see
Across the plain from field
to town
A-marching to be free
And of the rusted prison gates
That tumbled by degree
Like laughing children, one
by one,
They look like you and me
Chorus.
(Harmonica interlude).
I know you are no stranger
down
The crooked rainbow trails
From dancing cliff-edged shattered
sills
Of slandered, shackled jails
For the voices drift up from
below
As the walls they're being
scaled
Yes, all of this, and more,
my friend,
Your song shall not be failed.
Chorus.
Yes, you've long been on the
open road
You've been sleeping in the
rain
From dirty words and muddy
cells
Your clothes are smeared and
stained
But the dirty words, the muddy
cells,
They'll soon be judged insane
So only stop to rest yourself
'til you are off again.
Chorus.
Marco Giunco |
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