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This Road
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Singer/Songwriter
Utwór This Road został wydany 1 stycznia 1994 przez Azure Records jako część albumu Remembered Way
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Data wydania1 stycznia 1994
WytwórniaAzure Records
JęzykEnglish
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM

Teledysk

Teledysk

Kredyty

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John McCutcheon
John McCutcheon
Songwriter

Tekst Utworu

The road stirs in the distance
I stop and strain to view
Across the bridge, round the bend
Another passing through
He trails the road behind him
Never waves or slows
A headlong flight to somewhere else
He hurries down the road
Who is this passing stranger
Who travels all alone
Along some road to nowhere
So far away from home?
I watch him at the crossing
Watch him fade to dust
He travels when he wants to
I travel when I must
And this road was young when my granddad
First plowed this tired land
This road saw neighbors come and go
And come and go again
Across the river, through the gap
Back and forth they flowed
Out of memory, out of sight
And out of this old road
I remember all the young men
The call came loud and clear
Get a job, get a car
And get the hell away from here
And one by one they all were blown
Like dust upon the wind
Till what was left were those who found
The road back home again
This road was young when my granddad
First plowed this tired land
This road saw neighbors come and go
And come and go again
Across the river, through the gap
Back and forth they flowed
Out of memory, out of sight
And out of this old road
I guess the day will finally come
When this road's just like the rest
No wild thread but straight and wide
Where cars pass two abreast
There'll be no place for folks like me
No place for sweet and slow
Down the highway fast and fierce
A long time down this road
And this road was young when my granddad
First plowed this tired land
This road saw neighbors come and go
And come and go again
Across the river, through the gap
Back and forth they flowed
Out of memory, out of sight
For the sweetest days are the days I've known
Standing here by the side of the road
Watching others come and go
At home on this old road
Written by: John McCutcheon
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