only say I'm climbin' that old hill heading that way For I'm lonesome and blue for some place to roam And I wish it could be down that old road to home
Vertaling: Snow, Hank. Down die ou pad na die Tuisblad.
touch the green green grass of home) The old hometown looks the same as I step down from the train And there to meet me is my mama and papa And down the road
could never make believe it's alright Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight [ guitar ] Well the ICC is a checkin' on down the line
a prairie dog playing there I watched the prairie dog feed on the tumbleweed that's his home way out there [ piano ] So I threw down my load in the desert road
anyone with eyes could see That Doc was gettin' old And then one day he didn't even answer When they knocked upon his door Old Doc Brown was a-lyin' down
