Well, you just go down this road, the road to Quisco, Just remember where you come from, remember. Well, you just go down this road, the road to sorrow, But you never, never, you never leave home. You broke me bad, you never seem to care And I had to carry this love… If you go past this love, if you look past your shoulder, I’ll [Seguir leyendo]

You mean to be good everyday, you mean to lose your very soul, You mean there’s nothing on the next day, You mean the misery You mean to give up, all the way, You don’t believe in anything You mean the blues is here to stay, You mean the misery You’re not a felon, you’re not a victim, You ain’t no judge, you ain’t no jury [Seguir leyendo]