Слова:
Ryan Bingham Mescalito

Well I've live without bread and I've lived without water Stuck outside the middle of the desert wishin I was home Long way from no where, wishin' I was

For what it's worth A nickels just a nickel son Your pleasure becomes your pain It's gonna hurt Your out on the road Your just an old horse walking alone

Whoa, sittin' at a truck stop With my cowboy boots and my guitar Now I'm livin' on a tip box And it was made for cigars Long way from Georgia Long way

Don't you wait for me 'cause I'll be runnin' late Don't you wait for me by the flowers upon my grave Don't you wait for me, I won't be comin' home Don

Every time I turn around A man tries to get me down I just can't see your face I'm blinded by the sun, living on the run And I can't remember this place

Onda Cielo y toca la sierra Trabajando amigos acsentado le piedra Vaqueros montamos, Caballos boracho Esperando acsente del sol Palo en Mexico Buzzards

For what it's worth A nickels just a nickel son Your pleasure becomes your pain It's gonna hurt Your out on the road Your just an old horse walking alone

Well sunshine Fall on me Won't you tell me When the hour is late Tell them old crows Want to fly away Tell the darkness That you ain't no slave Well

when I die lord wont you put me up on that train when I die lord wont you put my soul up on a train wont you send it southbound give it a cool bluesman