You used to say the highway
was your home
But we both know that ain't
true
It's just the only place a
man can go
When he don't know where he's
travelin' to
But Colorado's always clean
and healin'
And Tennessee in Spring is
green and cool
It never really was your kind
of town
But you went around with the
Ft. Worth Blues
Somewhere up beyond the great
divide
Where the sky is wide and
the clouds are few
A man can see his way clear
to the light
Just hold on tight
That's all you gotta do
And they say Texas weather's
always changin'
And one thing change'll bring
is somethin' new
And Houston really ain't that
bad a town
So you hang around with the
Ft. Worth Blues
There's a full moon over Galway
Bay tonight
Silver light over green and
blue
And every place I travel through,
I find
Some kinda sign that you've
been through
But Amsterdam was always good
for grieving
And London never fails to
leave me blue
Paris never was my kinda town
So I walked around with the
Ft. Worth Blues
Marco Giunco |
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