Richard Anthony: J'entend siffler le train
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| Five Hundred Miles If you miss the train I'm on You will know that I am gone You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles! A hundred miles A hundred miles A hundred miles A hundred miles You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles! If my honey said so I'd railroad no more I'd sidetrack my engine and go home! And go home And go home And go home And go home I'd sidetrack my engine and go home! Lord, I'm one, Lord, I'm two Lord, I'm three, Lord, I'm four Lord, I'm five hundred miles away from home! Away from home Away from home Away from home Away from home Lord, I'm five hundred miles away from home! I told my little letter Just as plain as I could tell her She'd better come along and go with me! Go with me Go with me Go with me Go with me She'd better come along and go with me! My clothes are all worn My shoes are all torn Lord, I can't make a living this a-way! This-a way This-a way This-a way This-a way Lord, I can't make a living this a-way! If this train runs me right I'll be back tomorrow night I'm coming down the line on number nine! Number nine Number nine Number nine Number nine For I'm coming down the line on number nine! Not a shirt on my back Not a penny to my name Lord I can't go back home this a-way! This-a way This-a way This-a way This-a way Lord I can't go back home this a-way! If you miss the train I'm on You will know that I am gone You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles! A hundred miles A hundred miles A hundred miles A hundred miles You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles! | TISÍC MIL V nohách mám už tisíc mil, stopy déšť a vítr smyl a můj kůň i já jsme cestou znaveni. Těch tisíc mil, těch tisíc mil má jeden směr a jeden cíl, bílej dům, to malý bílý stavení. Je tam stráň a příkrej sráz, modrá tůň a bobří hráz, táta s mámou, kteří věřej dětskejm snům. Těch tisíc mil, těch tisíc mil má jeden směr a jeden cíl, jeden cíl, ten starej známej bílej dům. V nohách mám už tisíc mil, teď mi zbejvá jen pár chvil, cestu znám, a ta se tam k nám nemění. Kousek dál, a já to vím, uvidím už stoupat dým, šikmej štít střechy čnít k nebesům. |
