Текст песни Far Cry (Sons of Bill) с переводом

Exhale the smoke from the day’s last cigarette

Blow it out into the cold with my head spinnin with regret

And these hard lines are growin ever deeper on my face

Forgetting why I bum around this town in the first place

Chorus:

Well it’s a far cry from freedom

Between the rubber and the road

And I missed my turn to salvation

On I95 just north of Jericho

And well my momma cries to sleep at night

'Cause she don’t know where her young boy’s gone

And I look to the clouds, the sky is falling down

And I’m worried about my soul

You know my daddy thinks I’m haunted but only I know

And I’m as empty as my pockets and in search of the ghost

And all that I found was the echo of the emptiness inside

And the memories that were mine are cryin «devil, get behind»

Repeat choru

So put me on a Greyhound bus to Portland, Oregon

And throw me in some chains out on some prison farm in Georgia

And you can paint me on the Sistine Chapel with no clothes on

Or just break me on the rock that Moses stood on, sood on, yeah

Repeat chorus

Yeah I’m worried about my soul

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