Old Foggy Roads کے بول

I rode with the wind back in '49 Six bullets and a bottle, that life was mine A girl in cheyenne with fire in her eyes Left her crying on the porch beneath blood-orange skies Worked my hands raw on the old railroad line Laughed in saloons, spilled whiskey and time Faced down the devils with a tremble and grin But each man's got ghosts that still ride within Old foggy roads Old foggy roads Saw friends fall fast in a one-horse fight Buried 'em deep under stars at night Their names drift now like smoke in my mind Some faces I lost, some I never did find Holdin’ on tight To the fading glow One more breath Then I let it go Old foggy roads Old foggy roads