Текст песни: New Orleans + перевод

I’m goin' crazy mama, well I’m comin' home

Let your voice ring in my ears through the telephone

I’m eager like a tope ready to unwind

This truck has seen the mile but your smile is where I’m bound

And I’m bound for the border

Bound for New Orleans

Lord, I’ve only got a quarter

For gasoline

I got a half a tank of gas

And now I’m burnin' oil

And I’d rather be from rags

'Cause the riches is too damn spoiled

And I’ve got a friend in Ft. Worth

Then I’ll fill up with gas

And I’m spinnin' my

Spinnin' my wheels

And I’m bound for the border

Bound for New Orleans

But I’ve only got a quarter

For gasoline

And I’m bound for the border

Bound for New Orleans

Lord, I’ve only got a quarter

For gasoline

Gasoline

Gasoline

Gasoline

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