Letras de So Many Roads

Joe Bonamassa

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So many roads
So many trains to ride
So many roads
So many trains to ride

I got to find my baby
′Fore I could be satisfied

I was starin' at my window
When I heard that whistle blow
I was starin′ at my window
When I heard that whistle blow

I thought it was a street light
Oh, I saw it blow
Yeah

It was a mean old fireman
And a cruel engineer
It was a mean old fireman
And a cruel engineer

Yes, they took my baby, yeah
Oh, and left me standin' here

So many roads
So many trains to ride
So many roads
So many trains to ride

I got to find my baby
'Fore I′m satisfied

Yeah-yeah
Mm

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