Letra
Ver letra con acordes
Where There’s A Road- Sam Bush
[Intro]
x2
[Verse]
Jeff Davis was no county line to my daddy
More like a wall he could not see beyond
Yeah, to me that farm was just a jail and the day I hit sixteen I bailed
Shook off the Georgia dust and I was gone
[Bridge]
To the wild unknown,
Where no light to guide me shown
And the wheels had ideas of their own
[Verse]
Three bakes joined the ride at a Joplin pawnshop
And a hard core band somewhere round Santa Fe
A club to wreck and a town to burn, not a cent to waste, no rock unturned
Days like those you’ve got to throw away
[Chorus]
Wired to the wheel and bound to no one
Fire up the engine, down the fences go
Free, that’s about the blacktop, the back route, there’s always a way out
Where there’s a ro-o-oad, where there’s a road
[Verse]
That Portland week I can’t seem to remember
Those Houston nights that just won’t quit my mind
Yeah, checking seven doors or ten, better rooms just up the bend
And a thousand more left somewhere behind
[Chorus]
Wired to the wheel and bound to no one
Fire up the engine, down the fences go
Free, that’s about the blacktop, the back route, there’s always a way out
Where there’s a ro-o-oad, where there’s a road
[Bridge]
To the last free man,
Ain’t no mystery can stand
When the key’s right there in your hand
[Verse]
So Amy please don’t make this any harder
This tramp you’ve lost, that’s sure no cause to cry
No flesh and blood can buy my hand, you can ask a sad ol’ Georgia man
Since I’ve been gone it’s been one long goodbye
[Chorus]
Wired to the wheel and bound to no one
Fire up the engine, down the fences go
Free, that’s about the blacktop, the back route, there’s always a way out
Where there’s a ro-o-oad, where there’s a road (x2)
Instrumental to end
[Intro]
x2
[Verse]
Jeff Davis was no county line to my daddy
More like a wall he could not see beyond
Yeah, to me that farm was just a jail and the day I hit sixteen I bailed
Shook off the Georgia dust and I was gone
[Bridge]
To the wild unknown,
Where no light to guide me shown
And the wheels had ideas of their own
[Verse]
Three bakes joined the ride at a Joplin pawnshop
And a hard core band somewhere round Santa Fe
A club to wreck and a town to burn, not a cent to waste, no rock unturned
Days like those you’ve got to throw away
[Chorus]
Wired to the wheel and bound to no one
Fire up the engine, down the fences go
Free, that’s about the blacktop, the back route, there’s always a way out
Where there’s a ro-o-oad, where there’s a road
[Verse]
That Portland week I can’t seem to remember
Those Houston nights that just won’t quit my mind
Yeah, checking seven doors or ten, better rooms just up the bend
And a thousand more left somewhere behind
[Chorus]
Wired to the wheel and bound to no one
Fire up the engine, down the fences go
Free, that’s about the blacktop, the back route, there’s always a way out
Where there’s a ro-o-oad, where there’s a road
[Bridge]
To the last free man,
Ain’t no mystery can stand
When the key’s right there in your hand
[Verse]
So Amy please don’t make this any harder
This tramp you’ve lost, that’s sure no cause to cry
No flesh and blood can buy my hand, you can ask a sad ol’ Georgia man
Since I’ve been gone it’s been one long goodbye
[Chorus]
Wired to the wheel and bound to no one
Fire up the engine, down the fences go
Free, that’s about the blacktop, the back route, there’s always a way out
Where there’s a ro-o-oad, where there’s a road (x2)
Instrumental to end