Текст песни Shawn Mullins - Yellow Dog Song
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There is a young manDriving an old man`s carDown the Pennsylvania TurnpikeWhere the treetops meet the starsThere is a warm windBlowin` down the lost highwayAnd he don`t know where he`s goin`It don`t matter anywayCause the dreams pass through his mindLike the years he`ll never findThere is an old manNight shift at the Stop-N-GoHe reads his dirty magazinesAnd mops the bathroom floorHe`s lived a hard lifeHe lost a digit in the warHe keeps one hand on the shotgunAnd both feet on the floorAnd the old dreams fill his headWhen he lays down in his bed(Sometimes that`s all you got left)There is a pretty girlWalking a yellow dogRight down Dekalb AvenueWhere the MARTA meets the fogThere is a wild windBlowin` down the old railwayAnd I wonder she`s goin`She walks by every dayYeah I wonder where she`s goin`...