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Texty písní Alba

The Drifter

Who's that drifter?

On the side of the road

I recognize him

In a dirty old robe

Dirty old robe

Let's go lift him

Wherever he goes

He goes, he goes

No more drifter

On the side of the road

He climbed into

My big black truck

He poured water

In a wooden cup

Evil forces

He said to me

Caught my good scent

And on my heels

I will fight them

Whenever I can

I can, I can

With a smile

I will give my life

And fight them on the other side

If you see a halo, at least wave as you pass by it on the road

Cause that would be the drifter

Well on his way

He pulled into

A Flying J

Where we both shared a piece of pizza pie

A piece of pizza pie

"Where you headed?"

I asked him

"New York City"

He said to me

"If you take me"

He went on to say

"I will give you

The map to the beyond

The map to the beyond"

"Sounds like a good deal"

He paid the tip

We both jumped up and got back in

If you see a halo, at least wave as you pass by it on the road

We stopped to sleep in east Tennessee

And he used the time to go out and eat

Did a quick jig on top of a hill

When he returned he slept for a spell

Cross Bronx Expressway

At a quarter to four

Quarter to four

Was a vendor

Selling cordless phones

Cordless phones

Drifter bought one

For ten dollars

Ten dollars

Made a phone call

It went a little like this

"On my way now

And will be there soon

Bring my wet suit

And my good tap shoes

Not the old ones

That hang upon the wall

Hang upon the wall

But the new ones

In the silver case

In the silver case"

Then he hung up

And chucked it out my truck

Chucked it out my truck

Central Park West

I paid a price to park

Paid a price to park

Mighty oak lodge

Then he waved at me

And he waved at me

"What about the bargain?"

I yelled at him

"Oh I forgot...

Go to the Poconos

Go to the Poconos"