I've been carrying my trouble. In this pack strapped to shoulder. Ever since I was a baby. I've been running from everything I know. Don't you tell me about my trouble.
Love feel, the... my love gone astray. Love here, my head, along the way. If ever brings, I will step down. It's only the wind, knocking me down. Some say that angels, were all looking down.
One day I thought I would be just like you. I know now that you were never satisfied. Now that I'm grown I am nothing like you. I see the world with my own eyes.
I've been running way too fast, but I don't have where to go. If I can keep from running out of gas. Hopefully I'll make it home. It's nothing left out here for me to see.
People they tell me. As they look upon my skin and bones. You're ragged and you're dirty. Hardly worth your weight in gold. For all of your suffering.
Whoa, sittin' at a truck stop. With my cowboy boots and my guitar. Now I'm livin' on a tip box. And it was made for cigars. . Long way from Georgia. Long way from Georgia.
Remembering when I was told that's a turn on back. Know that what I had was gone, scattered along the track. ... on hologram.... But I never made a sound, but I was wide awake.
Would you walk with me. High above the clouds below. So we can feel without fear. A future that we've never known. For I believe that we still. Can make it out of here alive.
I heard 'em say that my good friend was black and poor. I heard 'em say that if we talked they shoot him more. I said we might look reckless but we're not helpless.
I don't know, baby, where we stand. Where's the future that we planned. So long ago, I don't know. . Well, I don't know if you're my friend. Or a long lost lover coming back again.
Hey hey, what can you say. You might head out to California. Think you got you something to say. Who knows, who cares anyway. . Oh no, don't make a stand.
Come on honey let me turn you on,. Let's get it right from the start,. We got us more than silver and gold,. We got a heart full of rhythm and rock n' roll.
When I was young my daddy said, Son. Never be ashamed of where your from. There's nothin wrong with your last name. Don't be lookin for people to blame.
Can you understand?. How does the devil and a gun get in a dead man's hand?. It's hard to make amends. When you're six feet underneath a no man's land.
Running out of time. I got to move on. Got to move before the darkness and the daylight come. Running out of time. I got to move on. Got to move before the madness of the maker's son.
An empty sack of dust or just a box of bones. Well, call me what you will, son. My name's Travelin' Jones. And I search for the fire. Stumbled upon with a precious desire.
Guess who is knocking on the door?. Guess who is knocking on the door?. Guess who is knocking on the door?. It's me motherfucker, I'm knocking on the door!.
For what it's worth. A nickels just a nickel son. Your pleasure becomes your pain. It's gonna hurt. Your out on the road. Your just an old horse walking alone.
1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4. . In this world, we have gone. Out on our own, all alone in stone. Looking for time that passes us by. You tired and old you may get left behind.
Some folks are scared that the world may be round. They hardly could walk on the streets of this town. Where out on the corner, the devil sits down. Seeking out strangers who stray out of bounds.