Paroles de Run

A bluebird a wingin' his lonely way south Tryin' to escape from the cold and the drought He's all alone in the cold grey sky fly little bluebird fly fly fly North wind a blowing oh so cold poor little bird is so brave and so bold He just keeps a flying for a southern sky his only hope is to fly fly fly Well he's not the only one that's on that trail this old boy he just projail Always a runnin' always afraid the good Lord above knows I've paid paid paid Train whistle moaning oh so low and I don't even know where to go I'll just keep a following the rising sun my only hope is to run run run Well I was like to give up and turn myself in But they would only bury me under the pen So I'll keep a running until the day I die The thought of this it makes me wanna cry cry cry Train whistle moaning...