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
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