Lletres:
Traveler Blues Other

go I really hope so Well, here it is... Rich man smells smoke, he smells something burning green Doesn't like the odor, better put some badges on the scene Put a blue

I ain't goin' home as long as I'm still dry I ain't goin' home as long as I'm still dry I said the beer won't do it and neither will whiskey or rye There

hurts like hell and all I can do is wonder why Like I'm in prison, my mind is occupied with busting out When our sleeper has risen Said what are these walking blues

harder I try to play his game The more impossible to win And I wonder aloud Do they understand what the music means You know a baby Is singing the blues

I know that you think you're good for me I know you think I'm good for you But what I know and what I think you see Is that there's nothing we can do

matter what you do or say Don't care if you're away or at home I will never go away I cannot get you out of my mind It's really kind of making me blue

made in haste, he quickly said good bye To a world he couldn't get through, but a world well worth a try It is a lesser road now traveled, took him away

Come on you've got to let me know Should I stay or should I go? If I go there will be trouble And if I stay it will be double So won't you come on and

Come with me and take my hand Don't look back just let it end Walk with me for one more mile And think this over for awhile And decide I've been thinking