Rod McKuen
Rod McKuen
Rod McKuen
Rod McKuen
Rod McKuen
Rod McKuen
Rod McKuen
Rod McKuen
Rod McKuen
Rod McKuen
Rod McKuen
Rod McKuen
Rod McKuen
Rod McKuen
There's a few more lonesome cities that I'd like to see
While the wine of wandering is still inside of me
There's a few more pretty women that I'd like to know
A bridge or two I'd like to cross, a few more oats to sow
Maybe when I've done it all, seen all there is to see
I'll find out I still cannot run away from me
But as long as trains keep running, restless man I'll be
And there's a few more lonesome cities that I'd like to see
Maybe when I've done it all, seen all there is to see
I'll find out I still cannot run away from me
But as long as trains keep running, restless man I'll be
And there's a few more lonesome cities that I'd like to see
One or two more lonesome cities that I'd like to see