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Woorden: Depresleys. Leaking Blue. Trailer Park.


I?ve got dirty hands and a beating heart
I?ve got a beat up Buick that?ll always start
I?ve got a stretch of road up ahead of me
Mostly desert, from what I can see
There?s a woman waiting in a trailer park
She?s been waiting for days, and now it?s after dark
But I won?t slow down; I?ll be pressing on
I?m such a long way from what I call my home

She and I met when we were sort of young
You know how it is; feelings just grow strong
And I tried so hard for a long long time
To be a good dog? for a while I did fine
But you know, the road kept calling my name
My woman broke down; she thought she was to blame
But the open road?s got a grip on my soul
I was hoping it would change, as I grew older
But it didn?t?

So, when you see my taillights disappear in the dark
You?ll know I?m heading towards a trailer park
Where a woman?s waiting for me to return
She won?t expect me to stay long; that much she?s learned
But I?ll do what I can, and I know what to do
To keep my woman from feeling blue
And we?ll both be happy for a few days
Until one day I?m gone, without a trace
Yeah, I?ll be gone without a trace?


I?ve got dirty hands and a bleeding heart
I?ve got a woman waiting in a trailer park
At least I hope she?ll be there, waiting still
I hope she always will?

I hope she always will

(Thanks to Wah Wah for these lyrics)
Depresleys