Traducción: Valentin Elizalde. El Carretero.
Traducción: Victor Jara. El Carretero.
We can be strong, we can be strong Out on this lonely road, on the road to love We can be strong, we can be strong Follow that unicorn on the road to
Yeah, I'm chilling on a dirt road Laid back swerving like I'm George Jones Smoke rolling out the window An ice cold beer sitting in the console Memory
Moving down the highways of my life Makin' sure I stay to the right Moving down the highways of my life So I shan't be concerned with the other side of
I love a fast car And you got a fast ride So won't you take me for a spin out on your highway 'Cuz it's rainin' outside and I know that a drive might
Take a silver dollar and put it in your pocket never let it slip away Always be a man not a boy gone astray, astray When you get half crazy from the August
I got the key to the highway Packed up and bound to go I'm gonna leave here running 'Cause walking is 'most too slow I'm going back down to the border
Told you, baby, one more time Don't make me sit all alone and cry Well, it's over I, know it but I can't let go I'm like a fish out of water, a cat in
Time to get back on the road Gonna leave these troubles behind Time to carry the load Oh, but my life is a true design You won't reach me by phone 'Cause
We'll take ourselves out in the street And wear the blood in our cheeks like red roses We'll go from car to sleeping car and whisper in their sleeping
Well God said to Abraham, "Kill me a son" Abe said, "Man you must be putting me on" God said, "No" Abe said, "What?" God say, "You do what you wanna,
Wir fahr'n fahr'n fahr'n auf der autobahn Vor uns liegt ein weites tal Die sonne scheint mit glitzerstrahl Die fahrbahn ist ein graues band Weisse streifen
Written by Rob Halford From the band, Judas Priest Well I've said it before, and I'll say it again You get nothing for nothing: expect it when You're
I don't want you anymore 'cause you took my joy I don't want you anymore, you took my joy You took my joy, I want it back You took my joy, I want it back
A hundred cups of coffee, five hundred cigarettes A thousand miles of highway and I ain't forgot her yet But I keep on moving, I keep moving down the
Mmmmm you can find me in Where the gun play ring all day (nanana) Some got jobs and some sell yea' Others just smoke and fuck all day Mmmmm you can find
Bye bye baby, take me on a highway This time it could be heaven Even for a little while, didn't want to miss you Maybe I can make you feel fine I don
