Stan Rogers
Stan Rogers
Stan Rogers
Stan Rogers
Stan Rogers
Stan Rogers
Stan Rogers
Stan Rogers
Stan Rogers
Stan Rogers
Stan Rogers
Stan Rogers
Stan Rogers
Stan Rogers
Stan Rogers
Stan Rogers
Stan Rogers
Stan Rogers
Stan Rogers
Stan Rogers
Sun is rising high, burning into the day
I will say goodbye; I'll be going away
Brush away my doubts what tomorrow will hold
Feeling fine for now, going down the road
To a city to sing about the trees and the wind
'Bout the hills in spring and the rivers that bend
The rocky deep pass and the poppies and ponies
Running through the grass, up and down the road
["do-do-do do-do" vocalise of the melody]
In the dark they sit, and they holler for more
White smoke in a wisp from here to the door
Their admission they paid for the stories they're told
Of a clear new day; hold me down on the road
So heavy rain at my back, lazy meadows ahead
In my book I keep track of the promises said
For my songs in a town that tomorrow will hold
I'm feelin' fine for now, going down the road
["do-do-do do-do" vocalise of the melody]
The sun is rising high, burning into the day
So I will say goodbye; I'll be going away
I'll brush away my doubts what tomorrow will hold
I'm feeling fine for now, going down the road [3x]
["do-do-do do-do" vocalise of the melody]