Текст песни Brothers of the Highway - George Strait
Diamonds
on
the
windshield,
as
heaven
starts
to
cry,
In
his
rearview
mirror,
his
angle
waves
goodbye,
She
knows
he's
got
to
go,
she
knows
he's
one
of
them,
Brothers
of
the
highway,
children
of
the
wind,
That
detroit
diesel
piarot
ship
goes
rollin
out
again,
Sailin
for
that
settin
sun,
freedoms
your
best
friend,
Brothers
of
the
highway,
children
of
the
wind.
He
putts
the
peddel
to
the
metal,
tring
to
out
run
the
rain,
Another
shot
of
truck
stop
coffee,
goes
runnin
through
his
vains,
This
country
turns
on
eighteen
wheels,
thank
god
we
can
depend,
on
Brothers
of
the
highway...
Carolina
west
to
Denver,
Batton
Rouge
east
to
Pittsburg,
Portland
south
to
San
Diago,
sail
on
sail
on,
Talahasy
north
to
Boston,
up
to
Bangor
west
to
Austin,
coast
to
coast
sea
to
sea
sail
on
sail
on,
you
Brothers
of
the
highway...
God
bless
you
brothers
of
the
highway,
children
of
the
wind.
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