Steve`s Last Ramble — текст песни (Steve Earle)

I`m thinkin` `bout givin` up this ramblin` round
Hangin` up my highway shoes
Lately when I walk they make a hollow sound
And they carry me away from you
Every night I lay my body down
My empty arms just leave me blue
So I`m thinkin` `bout givin` up this ramblin` `round
And find my way back home to you

I have always been the travelin` kind
A million miles behind me now
I kept on followin` that thin white line
But now I want to turn around
I only lived to hear that highway sound
High and lonesome - low and blue
Now I`m thinkin` `bout givin` up this ramblin` `round
And find my way back home to you

So say goodbye to all my ramblin` pals
Ol` Highway Dave and Southside Sue
I don`t believe they`ll miss me anyhow
What`s one less wayward soul or two
Down the road they`ll pass the jug around
And they`ll sing them lonesome highway blues
But me I`m thinkin` `bout givin` up this ramblin` `round
And find my way back home to you