He sang Honky Tonk Woman and American Pie Most big city people would rather pass him by Hes been sleeping on sidewalks under a neon sky Lonely heart
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So many hills that we have climbed So many trails we left behind So many songs that I forget The journey isn't over yet Through all the years I've watched
Garbage fires, worn out tires Dull jackknives, broken lives Starts and stops at old pawn shops Boys first fish, drunkards wish Thoughts of war behind
There's a hitchhiker standing on the side Of the road off of exit 104 And a forgotten billboard for all night diner That ain't even there no more Three
I heard a voice callin' out to me Might've been a vision, might've been a dream It said some things will come and some will go We're only here a moment
There is anger, there is rage Nameless victims of the age Hear their voices, hear their cries Face to face and eye to eye Where there is promise, there
In the Beartooth Mountains where the twin peaks touch the sky There's a homemade cabin out of sight from tourists' eyes And inside lightin' up a fire
There's no reason For fighting this way There's no rhyme In the words that we say Don't you know the sun is gonna rise The sun is gonna rise again? Don
You speak to me through a broken window You are alive in an old oak tree You hold me close when the winter wind blows I hear your footsteps on the street
I saw Judas Iscariot with a bottle of wine Talkin' suicide with an old friend of mine They gathered a crowd down at the end of the tracks And a woman
I dreamed I saw a crazy horse Riding through the badlands He was wild and brave and free I swear, I heard the cries of the innocent victims In the wind
Vertaling: Miller Bill. Vergewe.