Текст песни Goettingen, Du

Now it's been, oh So long since I have Walked these streets I can hardly believe that These old stones Can still hold me, gone Back to see the little city Two nights out Rabble-rousing, and Wrestling along the city wall Where seems to be Still something to sing Well, something left in California Oh, and we'll walk through the city And Follow all the roads as they wind Try to breathe in all of the sights, because This may be the last time And oh, true life is Rarely so sweet As in songs and memories, and Sequels will Rarely complete the smallest songs For little cities But home is a soup that's been warmin' And barely leave the back door wide open And Man, it makes me wonder how it's going back Home in California 'Cause bless my soul, I've Never been so cold In my teeth, my knees, and my nose My ears Hear only the long train moaning Like a ghost that's calling for me Still, I will Holler all the way home Holler all the way home Take that last long lonesome road Back to California