Текст песни Natchez Trace - Michael Martin Murphey

All along the Natchez Trace, now
You can run right up to Tennessee
They got grape vine growing silver green there
Come along and be my shadow, Rosalee
Lay down in that river bed
Come morning take off like a swan
In the dawn
Deep in the forest
Blaze of the moon in the devil's eye
You'll never die

All along that Natchez Trace, now
You got to run right up to Tennessee
They got cottonwood growing by the water
You can wash your head out in that stream
Your hair like Spanish moss
From underneath your hat falls free, Rosalee
Those city blues seem like back page news
To you and me
When we get free

All along that Natchez Trace, now
You got to run right up, run right up to Tennessee
You can feel that good rain on your face, now
When you're runnin' all up and down the Natchez Trace, now
There's a cloud down in your soul, now people
It'll roll away, won't you watch it roll
Roll, roll, roll, now
Deep in the forest you can hear old hickory's spirit call
Can't sleep at all

All up and down that Natchez Trace, now
You got to run right up to Tennessee
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na