I can't help but blamin' your goin' On the coming, the coming of the roads And I can't help but blamin' your goin' On the coming, the coming of the roads
't help but blamin' your goin' On the coming, the coming of the roads. And I can't help but blamin' your goin' On the coming, the coming of the roads
Fordítás: Peter, Paul \u0026amp; Mary. Coming az utak.
It's a mighty hard row that my poor hands have hoed My poor feet have traveled that hot dusty road Out of the dust bowl and westward we rolled Your desert
