Текст песни John D. Loudermilk - Interstate 40
John D. Loudermilk - Interstate 40 слова песни
Walkin` down the shoulder of Interstate 40 just a cussin` every rock that I kickSince I lost everything in the last depression I just give up and I quitBut I`m happy though I ain`t had nothing since morning but a cold drink and a pieAnd it rained up the road bout an hour ago but I`ve walked these brogans dryBut that`s just my life out on Interstate 40 but I`m a happy son of a gunThe governments givin` me Interstate 40 and the good Lord`s give me a thumbNow you gotta be carefull out on Interstate 40 cause the highway men ain`t dumbThere`s a law against hikin` out on Interstate 40 so you gotta know who to thumbBut if you`re like me you wouldn`t mind at all cause what the law calls punishmentIs ninety wonderful days of patchin` up old Interstate 40 cementYeah that`s just my life...Now the world`s my castle and the grass my carpet and my heart is all my ownThe rains my bath and Interstate 40 is my home sweet home sweet homeNow when I die just plant me close to where the big trucks whine and moanJust anywhere along ole Interstate 40 will rest my weary bonesHa ha ha that`s just my life...And the good Lord`s give me a thumb