Run — текст песни (Stonewall Jackson)

A bluebird a wingin` his lonely way south
Tryin` to escape from the cold and the drought
He`s all alone in the cold grey sky fly little bluebird fly fly fly
North wind a blowing oh so cold poor little bird is so brave and so bold
He just keeps a flying for a southern sky his only hope is to fly fly fly
Well he`s not the only one that`s on that trail this old boy he just projail
Always a runnin` always afraid the good Lord above knows I`ve paid paid paid
Train whistle moaning oh so low and I don`t even know where to go
I`ll just keep a following the rising sun my only hope is to run run run

Well I was like to give up and turn myself in
But they would only bury me under the pen
So I`ll keep a running until the day I die
The thought of this it makes me wanna cry cry cry
Train whistle moaning...