Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Desolation Angels, artist - Reckless Kelly. Album song Under The Table And Above The Sun, in the genre ПопDate of issue: 31.12.2005
Record label: Sugar Hill
Song language: English
Desolation Angels |
| I saw the same old streets for far too long |
| I put the rubber on the road |
| I left it all behind |
| And now paid with memories |
| Those streets are long since gone |
| Rubber on the road & the blood inside |
| And I’ve been around this land of opportunity |
| The road is hard and it don’t offer up immunity |
| I’ve rode this country hard, from sea to shining sea |
| I’ve shared a dance with Lady Liberty |
| I broke down despite my prayers |
| Full tilt and half the way |
| The rubber on the road & the blood inside |
| But I ain’t got far to go |
| I’ll leave 'er where she lay |
| Keep the rubber on the road & the blood inside |
| Because wealth of matter has never made much sense to me |
| And It’s bought a lot of souls and never has it set one free |
| I shed a couple tears but never did I grieve |
| I walked away and left the keys |
| And I’ll ketch me the midnight ghost |
| We’ll roll down that Western Coast |
| Fields of green |
| Valleys of wine |
| St. Theresa, don’t you worry |
| We’ll make it on time |
| We’re there before we know |
| Just watch this Grey Ghost go |
| Steel on the tracks & the hammer down |
| Things used to move so slow |
| These days it’s roll man roll |
| Steel on the tracks & the hammer down |
| And it’s bound to take its toll |
| Out runnin' wild and livin' free |
| And I’ve done some growing up |
| But I never lost the child in me |
| We’re tossin' dice at things |
| That might not ever be |
| All just to see what I can see, yea |
| And I’ll ketch me the midnight ghost |
| We’ll roll down that Western Coast |
| Fields of green |
| Valleys of wine |
| St. Theresa, don’t you worry |
| We’ll make it on time |
| Well I know that it can’t last |
| Someday this ride will stall |
| Rubber on the road & the blood inside |
| 'Cause even mighty mountains |
| Someday might crumble & fall |
| Keep the rubber on the road & the blood inside |
| Finding out the hard way |
| Don’t leave school with much validity |
| And livin' hand to mouth |
| Don’t leave room for much nobility |
| We know the end is near |
| But not when it will be |
| Or is it close enough to see, yea |
| And I’ll ketch me the midnight ghost |
| We’ll roll down that Western Coast |
| Fields of green |
| Carmel wine |
| St. Theresa, don’t you worry |
| St. Theresa, don’t you worry |
| St. Theresa, don’t you worry |
| We’ll make it on time |