Текст, перевод и аккорды “Rolling Home”
- Traveling Sunday Is fine west of here Most folks are staying at home If you want to come on You better meet me there Cause I've got some country to own With the short stops made for runnin A big glass to let the sun in And serve you in a real time movie With the tracks point past the vulture Straight out to counterculture There's no other place to find me, then On this rolling home Time goes by so slow I'd get off but it's my rolling home The one of you gets in Trouble right there Is the other in chains by your side But days have been lucky There've been no cement floors But don't bet it all we've got some time Cause in the land of the moving suns And moons that fly one by one Provided shades don't shut against them Cause in the mind of the sleepy eyed And heavy armed and slumber tried There's one spot never apprehensive To go On this rolling home Time goes by so slow I'd get off but it's my rolling home Streaked streets all stand between The fields that tuck you in As you lay on a seat you claim to own I'll never recall a single Stranger friend But inside I've never left my rolling home So if your night's sleep's interrupted Your sleep's dreams gets corrupted By a steady rolling thunder Or a day's drive gets delayed A route you'd never take From now on you'll never have to wonder On this rolling home Time goes by so slow I'd get off but it's my rolling home On this rolling home On this rolling home On this rolling home I roam
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