Sun Come Up — текст песни (Jim Croce)

Sun come up in the morning
Blues round my head
I`ve got a troubled mind and plenty of time to roam
As I walk this crooked highway
Never knowin` where to go
You know the only life I know is bein` on the road

I`ve got holes in my shoes that I fill with paper
When the sun`s out they dry
And when it rains well they get wet but I don`t cry

Because the sun don`t know no difference
Between a rich man and a bum
And the only life I know is movin` round the sky

See him grin down at you people
I guess you don`t know what his laughter`s from
But if you spend enough time on the road
Maybe you`d find out
Because the sun goes round in an endless circle
Never knowin` the reason why
Still there`s something in the path that it traces round the sky
It`s like a circle with no ending
But it`s a race we all must run
And it`s the same bein` a rich man or a bum