Текст Joe Bonamassa – I Don’t Live Anywhere

Got no ceiling but the sky,
Like the world babe, just rolling by.
I don’t live anywhere, I live everywhere,
This road is my home.

There’s nine-to-fives, pretty yards,
That was never babe, in the cards.
I don’t live anywhere, I live everywhere,
This road is my home.

The clamours and glamours of the city, I don’t need ‘em.
As long as I live, let me hold on to my freedom!

It’s crossed my mind now and then,
A little too late babe, go back and start again.
I don’t live anywhere, I live everywhere,
This road is my home.

The clamours and glamours of the city, I don’t need ‘em.
As long as I live, let me hold on to my freedom!

It’s crossed my mind, now and then,
A little too late baby, go back and start again.
I don’t live anywhere, I live everywhere,
This road is my home — this road is my home.