In the twillight fade, the
stars they hung so low
I turned on my favorite gospel
radio
And let the blessings pour
out upon this world
And said a prayer for you
my girl
The great night is falling
The great night is falling
I'm back out on my own
Don't bother calling when
the great night is falling
Because I'm lost out on the
road
There are many reasons to ramble
'cross this land
Do not make excuses, see it
while you can
North, south, east, and west
Let the four winds blow
Their sweet breath upon your
soul
There is no destination for
those who like to roam
Restless through the night,
following the song
In America, with grace and
liberty
May your spirit always be
The great night is falling
The great night is falling
And I'm out here all alone
There's no use calling the
great night is falling
And I'm back out on the road
Here's a travelling song sent
to you from me
I wrote it on Kansas highway
two eight three
Near St. Jacob's well with
the last rays of light
Disappearing out of sight
The great night is falling
The great night is falling
I'm so far from my home
There's no use calling the
great night is falling
I'll be lost out on the road
The great night is falling
The great night is falling
Oh I'm out here all alone
Don't bother calling the great
night is falling
And I'm lost out on the road
Yeah I'm back out on the road
I'm out here on the road
Marco Giunco |
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