Текст песни Sound of Running - Old 97's
I
dressed
up
as
a
good
man
I
charmed
with
all
my
might
I
made
you
my
girlfriend,
I
made
you
my
wife
Yea,
we
got
ourselves
a
little
place
that
I
woke
up
to
find
A
rolling
iron
boxcar
that
was
taking
me
down
the
line
Yea
I'm
carrying
a
lot
of
postcards
I'm
going
west
a
while
Through
the
fields
of
rusty
trainyards,
'til
the
rails
run
out
of
miles
'Til
they
put
me
on
the
Westbound,
singing
sweetly
over
me
Your
sound
of
being
rebound
and
the
rails
will
trouble
me
But
her
sound
in
the
distance
And
the
sound
of
running's
always
on
my
feet
Got
her
sound
in
the
distance
And
the
sound
of
running's
always
racing
me
I
passed
some
folks
that
never
moved
though
they're
running
every
one
And
me
I'll
run
the
mainlines
until
my
racing's
done
Til
they
put
me
on
Westbound,
singing
sweetly
over
me
Your
sound
of
being
rebound
and
the
rails
will
trouble
me
But
her
sound's
in
the
distance
And
the
sound
of
running's
always
on
my
feet
Got
her
sound
in
the
distance
And
the
sound
of
running's
always
racing
me
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