Tên đầy đủ: Walkabouts, The
( written by neil young ) The world is turning, i hope it don't turn away The world is turning, i hope it don't turn......
How can you tell me how much you miss me When the last time i saw you, you wouldn't even kiss me The rich guy......
Highwater is everywhere, highwater is telling me to go There's poison in the course it runs, there's ashes from the factory on the hill Watch......
If you're ready and the creek don't rise If you're ready with the furnace full Trees were shakin' and the break was good Finally lost......
Our healin' mark was reached Above this floodlit street Beneath a sliver moon Undone Leaning with intent to fall Your gaze a perfect blade My......
Behind the bric and brac There will be no lookin' back And between hell and hello There will be no lettin' go No there won't......
When you burn your kingdom Through the ashes i will come I know it makes no difference But i can't leave ya to your fun......
The sky is always heavy here, And the mules they roam in packs. And the skulls we dragged from waterholes, By the woodshed in a......
( written by jagger/richards ) Saw you stretched out in room ten o nine With a smile on your face and a tear right in......
Oh one night of mercy Give me one night of merciful Shocks to the skull Watching these specimens grow Small miracles stuffed In old powder......
Lead you over to the water, Said "hold it down until it does not breathe." Tried drowning it on dry land for too long, But......
Promise me my soul to keep. And promise me you'll never sleep. And promise me that when it's over, We will drink the whole world......
How many times have you heard someone say "if i had his money, i could do things my way?" Little they know that it's so......
The nightbirds stumble in Like broken pendulums The nightbirds stumble in Flown from thick to thin 'neath a cloud of suspicion You're a lucky man......
Now all of us knew old crow as the patron drinker's curse. He paced along the barstools, beggin' quarters for his thirst. Nobody knew where......
If the wild-bird could speak He'd tell of places you have been He's been in my dreams And he knows all the ways of the......
Gathered by the riverside The current pulls 100 years Each way Savin' souls and singin' songs They beg and smile, but Murder just the same......
Howling like a banshee in the middle of the night Don't you know it's me at your back door I'm wounded and scared with no......
Swept the floor of dreams Live ones in the cracks Crawling from the woodwork Just to break your mother's back Hail the future king No......
Don't wait any longer Not a second more Don't wait for the century to click Ya' never can be sure Put my hand just where......