Текст песни Steve Earle - Steve`s Last Ramble
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I`m thinkin` `bout givin` up this ramblin` round Hangin` up my highway shoes Lately when I walk they make a hollow sound And they carry me away from you Every night I lay my body down My empty arms just leave me blue So I`m thinkin` `bout givin` up this ramblin` `round And find my way back home to you I have always been the travelin` kind A million miles behind me now I kept on followin` that thin white line But now I want to turn around I only lived to hear that highway sound High and lonesome - low and blue Now I`m thinkin` `bout givin` up this ramblin` `round And find my way back home to you So say goodbye to all my ramblin` pals Ol` Highway Dave and Southside Sue I don`t believe they`ll miss me anyhow What`s one less wayward soul or two Down the road they`ll pass the jug around And they`ll sing them lonesome highway blues But me I`m thinkin` `bout givin` up this ramblin` `round And find my way back home to you