Lyrics Rocks From Rolling Stones - Waylon Jennings , Willie Nelson
There's
a
road
runs
clear
to
the
sky,
That
calls
to
my
spirit,
calls
to
my
heart.
She's
been
a
harbour,
a
port
in
a
storm:
She's
got
one
more
sundown,
and
one
more
dawn.
Fiddles
don't
make
violins.
Motel
rooms
don't
make
homes.
You
can't
turn
water
into
wine.
You
can't
make
a
rock
from
a
rolling
stone.
You'd
be
a
liar
if
you
said
you'd
changed.
There's
a
river
of
freedom
runnin'
through
your
veins.
But
she'll
be
there
in
your
heart
and
your
mind,
'Til
the
last
song
fades,
and
the
music
dies.
Fiddles
don't
make
violins.
Motel
rooms
don't
make
homes.
You
can't
turn
water
into
wine.
You
can't
make
a
rock
from
a
rolling
stone.
You
can't
make
a
rock
from
a
rolling
stone.
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