Текст Cold Chisel – On The Road
Текст:
Long ago in college days
You could measure my hand
By the style of my play
Hitchhiking home when the dollars ran low
Then the road was grafted like a mistletoe
To my skin and my bones
I just had to go
Then everyday and every time I stayed
My feet were burnin’
You just got to know
It’s a never ending show
Packup my toothbrush, I just got to go
As we slaved out west
On the cotton chipping
For the money we got
I knew we were slipping
But later speeding down the Puttee Road
Our heads were high
And our hearts were skipping
And we drove all day down Wallacia way
For three long days of music and friends
And we all got stoned on jungle juice and ladies
When the last note died
We hit the road again
And oh
Well I guess its never quite the same again
Somebody moves his money in
Saturday night and Tony and me
Packed an airline bag and headed down to the sea
And when the Duke’s around
There’s just one place to be
And the rain came down
In Pitt Street in the morning
The air was alive with little wings
We slept in the car till the dawning
And we broke our fast like vagabond kings
And oh
Well I guess its never quite the same again
Somebody moves his money in
Well time goes on
And you ain’t any younger
Your belly gets fat
But you still got the hunger
Your friend’s get married
Your hair gets thin
You want to leave it all behind
And scream I’m on the road again
I’m on the road again
I’m on the road again
I’m on the road again
I’m on the road again….
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