the cold cold rain) Road to Opelousas, road to Wounded Knee Road to Ogallala home I'll never be Road to Oklahoma, road to El Cahon Road to Tahachapi, road
Traduction: Waits, Tom. Sur la route.
(Tom Waits) There's a place I know where the train goes slow Where the sinner can be washed in the blood of the lamb There's a river by the trestle down
5 6 7 8 9 millie Get pealed like a dutch and spit like a filly Oh really Them boys on the block, them boys on the road, them boys on the trap they know
(Tom Waits/ Kathleen Brennan) On our anniversary There'll be someone else where you used to be The world don't care and yet it clings to me And the moon
(Tom Waits/Kathleen Brennan) Dot King was whittled from the bone of Cain With a little drop of poison in the red red blood She need a way to turn around
(Tom Waits/K. Brennan) There was a murder in the red barn Murder in the red barn The trees are bending over The cows are lying down The atumn's taking
(Tom Waits) I've grown up here now All of my life But I dreamed Someday I'd go Where blue eyed girls And red guitars and Naked rivers flow I'm not all
(Tom Waits/Joseph Meyer, Al Jolson and Buddy G. De Sylva) jack was sittin poker faced with bullets backed with bitches neal hunched at the wheel puttin
us it was a good Christmas night Christmas came and Christmas went Christmas that year was heaven sent And my daddy put on his rubber boots And paced the floor waiting
down the road, these are the tools you'll need further down the road. so lets pack it up and take it somewhere special... from a quin tessential, existential nightmare to a sanctuary waiting
about himself What a wonderful man and I'm just wild about Ronnie And Ronnie's just wild about me I saw him selling winter coats on the Portobello Road
be home rollin' with you Than watchin' tom snyder on tv I wish I was a big rig Rollin' on home to you I wish I was a big rig A big rig baby Rollin' on