In the moonlight, see the greyhound rollin' on Flyin' through the crossroads, Rosie ran into the hound For the graveyard, thirty boxes made of bone For the graveyard
. In the moonlight, See the Greyhound rolling on. Flying through the crossroads, Rosie ran into the Hound. For the graveyard, Thirty boxes made of bone. For the graveyard
Traduction: Creedence Clearwater Revival. Graveyard Train.
the moonlight, See the Greyhound rolling on. Flying through the crossroads, Rosie ran into the Hound. For the graveyard, Thirty boxes made of bone. For the graveyard