Foy Willing & the Riders of the Purple Sage - Five Hundred Miles Lyrics
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Five Hundred Miles
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What Are The Lyrics For Five Hundred Miles By Foy Willing & the Riders of the Purple Sage?
Tear drops fell on mama's note
When I read the things she wrote She said, we miss you girl We love you come on home Well I didn't have to pack I had it all right on my back Now I'm five hundred miles away from home Away from home, away from home Cold and tired and all alone Yes, I'm five hundred miles away from home It's hard to tell the state I'm in Where I'm going, where I've been But there's a dream I've been following so long If mama knew the things I've done She'd forgive them everyone But I'm still five hundred miles away from home Away from home, away from home Cold and tired and all alone Yes, I'm five hundred miles away from home Can't remember when I ate it's just thumb and walk and wait And I'm still five hundred miles away from home If my luck had been just right I'd be with them all tonight But I'm still five hundred miles away from home Away from home, away from home Cold and tired and all alone Yes, I'm five hundred miles away from home Lord, I'm still five hundred miles away from home |
Who Wrote Five Hundred Miles By Foy Willing & the Riders of the Purple Sage?
Hedy West
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What's The Duration Of The Five Hundred Miles By Foy Willing & the Riders of the Purple Sage?The duration of Five Hundred Miles is 2:53 minutes and seconds. |
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