martes, 6 de octubre de 2009

500 miles




If you miss the train I'm on, you will know that I am gone,
you can hear the whistle blow, a hundred miles.
A hundred miles, a hundred miles,
a hundred miles, a hundred miles,
you can hear the whistle blow,
a hundred miles.

Lord, I'm one, Lord I'm two, Lord, I'm three, Lord I'm four,
Lord, I'm five hundred miles, from my home.
five hundred miles, five hundred miles,
five hundred miles, five hundred miles,
Lord, I'm five hundred miles,
from my home.

Not a shirt on my back, not a penny to my name.
Lord, I can't go a-home, this a-way.
This a-away, this a-way,
this a-way, this a-way,
Lord, I can't go a-home,
this a-way.


If you miss the train I'm on, you will know that I am gone.
you can hear the whistle blow,
a hundred miles.



Intensa sensación que no impide el vuelo.
"Mi tributo a ti"

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