Songtext von We Turned into Birds (Illinois)

Want to play your fiddle for me? How about a round of soldier's joy I wanna hear that scratch Scream off the street Just across the border to Illinois And it's warm Yeah, it's warm My soul's gonna set the wheels to fly Cause I know where I'm gonna be tonight Save my soul with the open road Get out an eye for a sunny side I got a white line death and It calls my name One more town in about 40 miles And it's on Yeah, it's on It's a sacred sight for those who know I've got a love of field and a single road