Текст песни Six Days On the Road - Gram Parsons

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Well, I pulled out of Pittsburgh
Rolling down the Eastern seaboard
Got my diesel wound up
And she's a-running like never before
There's a speed trap ahead alright
But I don't see a cop in sight

Six days on the road
And I'm gonna make it home tonight

I got ten forward gears
And a George Overdrive
I'm takin' little white pills
And my eyes are seeing opened wide, yes they do
I just passed a Jimmy and White
I been passing everything in sight

Six days on the road
And I'm gonna make it home tonight

Well, it seems like a month
Since I kissed my baby bye bye
I could have a lotta women
But I'm not like some other guys
I could find me one to hold me tight
But I could never make believe it's alright

Six days on the road
And I'm gonna make it home tonight

Well, the FBI is checkin' on down the line
Well, I'm a little overweight
But my log books way behind
But nothing bothers me tonight
I'm gonna dodge all the scales alright

Six days on the road
And I'm gonna make it home tonight

Well, my rigs a little old
But that don't mean she's slow
I've got a flame from her stack
And a smoke black as coal
My home town's comin' in sight
And if you think I'm happy, you're right

Six days on the road
And I'm gonna make it home tonight
Six days on the road
And I'm gonna make it home tonight

Thank you very much
Thank you
Gram Parsons
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