Songtext zu 'Long, Long Road' von Wicked Lester

I was born in the middle of the night
And my mama raised a little boy
On the banks of the old Foxy River
In a little town in Illinois

I was taught to believe in the Lord
Yeah, even when the times got rough
And though I do the best I can do
Some times it ain't good enough

And it's a long, long road to somewhere
And it's a long, long time till we get there

My grandfather was a railroad man
And he worked with a shovel in his hand
He was one of the men who was sweating his way
Across the motherland

And when he talked about the great depression
He said he hope he'd never see that day
But it seems that as good as I'm doin'
It won't be too far away

And it's a long, long road to somewhere
And it's a long, long time till we get there
And it's a long, long road to somewhere
And it's a long, long time till we get there

And it's a long, long road to somewhere
And it's a long, long time till we get there
Yes it's a long, long road to somewhere
And it's a long, long time till we get there

I often wondered where the big trains went
As they were quickly fading out of sight
They would carrying the dreams of the people
Out into the night

Yes I wondered where the big trains went
So I thought I would ride along
Carrying my thoughts out into the night
And it's singing my song

And it's a long, long road to somewhere
And it's a long, long time till we get there
Yes it's a long, long road to somewhere
And it's a long, long time till we get there