Letras

Well I do not love to ramble around. No I don't, I don't. And if that makes me a home loving man, Then I am. I am. For I end up in a circular path, On a pilgrimage leading straight back. To where I know that I'll drop my guitar. I'll abandon my car on the highway, Don't send me away. Don't send me upon this wild goose chase For freedom. For money. For love. From Portland west to Portland east Yes indeed, oh indeed. Albuquerque and Montreal And that's not all, that's not all. Cleveland Tucson and buffalo Oh no, oh no. San Francisco and Chicago Oh no, oh no. For I end up in a circular path, On a pilgrimage leading straight back. To where I know that I'll drop my guitar. I'll abandon my car on the highway, Don't send me away. Don't send me upon this wild goose chase For freedom. For money. For love. And I do not love to ramble around No I don't, I don't.
Writer(s): Joseph O'connell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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