pale On the long, long trail There's always the wind, the whistling wind (The wind, the wind, the whistling wind) The wind, the wind, the whistling wind
Traducció: Martin, Dean. El vent, el vent.
wind When the shadows pale On the long, long trail There's always the wind, the whistling wind (The wind, the wind, the whistling wind) The wind, the wind
I feel like a feather in the breeze Riding on high, high in the sky Honey and I walking on air Since the moment that she told me she cared Feel like
to the back of the bus And Martin stopped marching and Elvis Drove trucks, what if they'd Done it right, done it right? I ain't afraid to lock horns with The devil, I'll spit into the wind
Cha The wise men say she's a spirit Whose lover left long ago But others say she's the music Of lover's hearts all aglow She may be moonlight so bright Or soft winds
apple pie Oh a leopard can't change his spots And oil and water can't mix But I have recently heard an old dog learned new tricks If the icy winds
Goin' back to Houston, Houston, Houston I got holes in both of my shoes Well I'm a walking case of the blues Saw a dollar yesterday But the wind blew
I can feel the same way at asthma except (JL) It's like sweet green sour turning jelly on your moustache (JL) And when it starts you burning (JL) Your wind
IF I EVER GET BACK TO GEORGIA (Baker Knight) « © '67 Unichappell Music » Well the wind blows cold in New York City along about the middle
I'm not one of that great legion with their traveling care And though I haven't much religion Here's my only prayer Give me the road the wide winding
Traducció: Martin, Dean. Em sento com una ploma a la brisa.