You Belongin' on the Open Road
You're sleepin' in the rain
Your clothes are smeared in stain
But the dirty woods and muddy cells
Will soon be judged insane
So only stop and rest yourself
And take off your thirsty boots
Your feet are hot and weary
Maybe I can make you laugh
Just looking for the evening
Now tell me of the ones you saw
Across the plain, from field to town,
And of the rusted prison gates
Then take off your thirsty boots
Your feet are hot and weary
And maybe I can make you laugh
Just looking for the evening
an d the morning in your eyes
I know that you're no stranger
down the crooked rainbow trail
From dancing cliff -edge shattered cells
of slandered shackled jails
But the voices drift up from below
as the walls are being scaled
And all of this and more, my friend,
your song shall not be failed
Then take off your thirsty boots
And maybe I can make you laugh
Just looking for the evening
an d the morning in your eyes
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