Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fireball Roberts, artist - John Hiatt. Album song The Open Road, in the genre Иностранный рокDate of issue: 31.12.2009
Record label: New West
Song language: English
Fireball Roberts |
| I’m sorry, babe |
| I was trying to leave the black dog home |
| Oh, I’m sorry, baby |
| I was tryin' to leave the black dog home |
| Well, I’m sorry, baby |
| I was tryin' to leave the black dog home |
| But it followed me to your house |
| And he carried his old chew bone |
| I got a 57 Ford, babe |
| Painted Fireball Roberts, white and red |
| Got a 57 Ford, baby |
| Painted Fireball Roberts, white and red |
| Got a 57 Ford, baby |
| Painted Fireball Roberts, white and red |
| I haven’t run my last race, darlin' |
| But I sometimes wish I did |
| Don’t feel sorry for our love, baby |
| We stuck it right down in the turn |
| Don’t feel sorry for our love, babe |
| Nah, we stuck it right down in the turn |
| Don’t feel sorry for our love, baby |
| Nah, we stuck it right down in the turn |
| And it’s not everyday you can walk away |
| With just these few memories to burn |
| No, it’s not everyday you can walk away |
| With just these few memories to burn |