John Gorka
Текст песни Holed Up In Mason City

I holed up in Mason city, waiting for the road to clear
Second day of the bazling and wating she's ain't ever here
I'm having back on that 35, in this point I just wanna make it home alive
I'm holed up in Mason city, the weather is pretty tonight
I'm holed up in Mason city waiting for my luck to change
Thought I'll be home already but my plans are being rearranged
First day flows down though the sky now it's crossing the filds and it's driffting high
Seven lines upon the highway and cars are blowing inside ways
And I believe my six some shelter and faces help her scalter and why?
Eyes blue, hall way blue sky in my way
Eyes blue, hall way blow inside way
At the big bumper donner, that's a broncher standing refill
And nobody's talking, or looking they will please
And I'm through in somebody halley ghost
Runing to the girl he loves it most
I holed up in Mason city the future isn't ready tonight
I'm holding up in Masin city the future isn't ready tonight