On a long and lonesome highway east of Omaha
You can listen to the engines moanin' out it's one old song
But your thoughts will soon be wanderin' the way they always do
When you're ridin' sixteen hours there's nothin' much to do
And you don't feel much like ridin', you just wish the trip was through
You can listen to the engines moanin' out it's one old song
But your thoughts will soon be wanderin' the way they always do
When you're ridin' sixteen hours there's nothin' much to do
And you don't feel much like ridin', you just wish the trip was through
Later in the evenin' as you lie awake in bed
With the echoes of the amplifiers ringin' in your head
You smoke the day's last cigarette, rememberin' what he said.
With the echoes of the amplifiers ringin' in your head
You smoke the day's last cigarette, rememberin' what he said.
Wieczorem wyjeżdżam na Przystanek Woodstock, więc nie będzie mnie przez kilka dni. Po moim powrocie możecie spodziewać się postów z bardzo popularnym ostatnio i bardzo aktualnym w tym wypadku, stylem festiwalowym. Chociaż wydaje mi się, że trochę praktykuję go na co dzień, więc nie będzie to nic specjalnie odkrywczego ;)