Текст песни The Coming Home of the Son and Brother (Robert Earl Keen) с переводом

Time for the singer

Time for the singer-boy to make his way back home

A prodigal, I’ve been distressed

This lonely child can’t make it on his own

I’ve been traveling states away;

I’ve been playing in a bluegrass band

Now it’s the coming home

Of the son and brother again

Time has slipped away

I don’t know if I can play another tune

They want me to build single-handed

A road up to the moon

They only pay me nickles and dimes

In a game that I can never win

So it’s the coming home

Of the son and brother again

It’s been a long, long time

Since I’ve seen al of my family and friends

I want to hear them tell their stories

Tell 'em all about the places I have been

So open all your doors up wide

Invite all the neighbors in

For the coming home

Of the son and brother again

So open all your doors up wide

Invite all the neighbors in

For the coming home

Of the son and brother again

The coming home

Of the son and brother again

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