Текст Upchurch – Travelers

Upchurch:
I’m a travelin’ gypsy tipsy off weed and rye whiskey
Whistlin’ the silence at night as the ghosts emerge from the thick weeds
Driftin’ in clothin’ they had when they left this world years ago

He was a traveler, a rockstar and a healer
Four wheels spinin’ in the sunset through the night (Through the night)
Into the dark unknown, guns are loaded
But he always made it home before the light (Before the light)

Struggle Jennings:
Uh, grass grown over my heart it’s been a lonely place
Waitin’ on my time to shine, Rolex with a broken face
Sleepin’ in a Cutlass, showered in the truck stop
A buckshot’s the only thing that will ever make this buck stop
Punch clocks and misery, dreams of something bigger
I just want to reach the public not just be a public figure
Like to say that he failed train to success was derailed
Put my journey in a song inspire you with details
In a field searchin’ for seashells, no ocean was in sight
But I saw it in my heart and kept believin’ it was right
Fight for what’s mine and what’s not I’ll go and earn
Blazin’ a trail through the South tryin’ not to get burned

Upchurch:
He was a traveler, a rockstar and a healer
Four wheels spinin’ in the sunset through the night (Through the night)
Into the dark unknown, guns are loaded
But he always made it home before the light (Before the light)

Tom MacDonald:
I feel like I’m closer to heaven than ever but lately I haven’t been prayin’
I feel like my halo turned into a noose and I’m fightin’ to stay on the pavement
I feel like the signs on the road keep on pointin’ me past all the places I’ve wanted to go
So I stay on the road though I’m farther from home than I hoped I would make it
I feel like I’m naked inside of a snake pit and everybody want to take pics
I feel like I have to come out of this hole with a pair of boots made of snakeskin
I feel like the road ahead is the highway to hell but I’m still gonna take it
Nothin’ to lose and a second to prove that the stars that I follow done led me to greatness
I sunk all the skeletons, drunk on adrenaline, runnin’ and dumpin’ the evidence
Discussin’ my demons with devils disguised as my friends who pretendin’ they’re better men
Collectin’ the feathers of vultures that patiently wait for a meal at my grave
Go tell my tale around campfires, if you listen close they’ll say

Upchurch:
He was a traveler, a rockstar and a healer
Four wheels spinin’ in the sunset through the night (Through the night)
Into the dark unknown, guns are loaded
But he always made it home before the light (Before the light)