Letras:
Bromberg David Other

There is nothing I can do, if you?re here to hear me cry Nothing I can do if you?re here to hear me cry But my love will follow you, as the years go

Those other years, those dusty years When we drove the big hearse through I tried to forget the miles we rode and Spanish Johnny, you! He?d sit beside

All through Northern Oregon Always at my side/sight Sleeping in those narrow beds And then we?d ride Drinking in those dirty bars Keeping out of