Joe Bonamassa
Текст песни So Many Roads

So many roads
So many trains to ride
So many roads
So many trains to ride
I've gotta find my babe
Before I can be satisfied

I was standing at my window
When I heard that whistle blow
I was standing at my window
When I heard that whistle blow
I thought it was a street light
Oh, so it goes.

He was a mean old fireman
And a cruel old engineer
He was a mean old fireman
And a cruel old engineer
Yeah, he took my babe
Left me standing here

So many roads
So many trains to ride
So many roads
So many trains to ride
I've gotta find my babe
Before I can be satisfied