500 Miles — текст песни (Hooters, The)

If you miss the train Iґm on, you will know that I am gone,you
can hear the whistle blow, one hundred miles,one hundred miles,
one hundred miles,one hundred miles, one hundred miles,you can
hear the whistle blow, one hundred milesNot a shirt on my back,
not a penny to my name,and the land that I was carved was not
my own,Lord Iґm one, Lord Iґm two,Lord Iґm three, Lord Iґm four,Lord
Iґm five hundred miles away from homeA hundred takes along the
square, one man stands and stops then there,some day soon a tide
of turn and Iґll be free,Iґll be free, Iґll be free,Iґll come
home to my country,some day soon a tide of turn and Iґll be freeIf
you miss the train Iґm on, you will know that I am gone,you can
hear the whistle blow, one hundred miles,Lord Iґm one, Lord Iґm
two,Lord Iґm three, Lord Iґm four,Lord Iґm five hundred miles
away from home