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Lonesome River Band

Traducere: Little River Band. Lonesome Loser.

alone on the banks of the river The lonesome wind blows the water rolls high I hear a voice calling out there in the darkness I sit here alone too lonesome

or so. Hauled a ride to Chicago with a truck drivin' man. An' I stayed there for the summer, singin' with a Country band. Every time I hear a freight train lonesome

the blood And there never was a hoss like the Tennessee stud One day I was ridin' in the beautiful land And ran smack into an Indian band They jerked

had the blood, And there never was a horse like the Tennessee Stud. One day I was riding in a beautiful land I run smack into an Indian band They jumped

the truth, anyway it's all the same 'til someone cuts me loose. But if I get lucky, maybe life will be a cruise, if I get lucky maybe I can lose these lonesome

nerve and he had the blood And there never was a hoss like the Tennessee stud We drifted on down into no man's land We crossed that river called the

I'm just a lonesome traveler, The Great Historical Bum. Highly educated from history I have come. I built the Rock of Ages, 'twas in the Year of One And

or so. Hauled a ride to Chicago with a truck drivin' man. An' I stayed there for the summer, singin' with a Country band. Every time I hear a freight train lonesome