Текст John Hiatt – Robber’s Highway

Can’t feel the fingers of one hand
Last night felt like a three-night stand
Mouth full of cotton, feet of clay
I didn’t plan on waking up today

I had heart, wheels and wings
Now I don’t have any of these things
Come and get me, Jesus, I don’t know
Come and get me ’cause I can’t go

I lost my brothers, I lost my friends
Only one way this thing ends
Cheap and dirty in a bad motel
Wondering what it was you used to do so well

I had words, chords and strings
Now I don’t have any of these things
Come and get me, Jesus, I don’t know
Come and get me ’cause I can’t go

Shirt and pants, coffee black
Open up the shade a crack
Fields of cotton, fields of clay
Sun going down on a Robber’s Highway

Winds that whistle, birds that sing
I’ve no understanding of any of these things
Come and get me, Jesus, I don’t know
Come and get me ’cause I can’t go