Текст песни B.B. King - The Road I Travel
B.B. King - The Road I Travel слова песни
Well, the rocks is my pillowThe cold ground is my bedThe highway is my home so I might as well be deadI`m walkin` and walkin`, seems I have no place to goYes, mama`s dead and goneAnd papa throw me from his doorI have one pair of shoesDon`t even have a change of clothesAnd this road I`ve got to travel, yes, it`s so chilly and coldYes, I`m going to have religion and learn how to prayI need help, now people, seem that`s the only wayI`m travellin` and travelin`Seem like this road has got no endI ain`t got nobody, peopleIn this whole world to call my friendI`ve got so much trouble, people, sometimes I could cryI`ve got so much trouble, so much troubleSometimes I could cryYes, sometimes I could just break downSeem like I could just break down and die