Текст песни Bob Dylan - Endless Highway
Bob Dylan - Endless Highway слова песни
J. r. robertsonTake a silver dollar and put it in your pocket,Never let it slip away.Always be a man, not a boy gone astray.When ya get half cra-zy from the august heatOr on a frozen, rotted roadWith no one to complain to about your achin feet.Chorus:Youre gonna walk that endless highway,Walk that high-way till you die.All you children goin my way,Better tell your home-life sweet goodbye.When I see a detour up ahead,Well, I leave it far behind,Who knows what youre apt to find there.With the cost of livin, and the price of dyin,Well it look like tme this time I wont be buyinChorusWhen they get a scapegoat by the throat,Its hard labour and cold beans.If ya get away real quick,Youll be eatin from the poison peanut machine.Well, I sing by night, wander by day.Im on the road and it looks like Im here to stay.Chorus