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• Artiste: Brenn Hill
• Titre: Little John
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Little John the hobo taught me how to ride the rail As he told me of the days he spent wranglin' on the trail From the canyons of north Texas to the rail yards on the plain I learned half the his'try of the west there on that train And Little John he told me 'bout the rivers he did cross 'Bout ridin' through the dust storms on the back of his old hoss 'Bout bandit pistoleros and the cattle that they stole And the hundred mile ride to the desert water hole As we rode out to Memphis lookin' for a better life He told me 'bout the past while I thought about my wife And the miles and years between us seemed like only yesterday As Little John the hobo taught me how to run away Little John drank whiskey through the night as we did ride He said it chased the demons from the canyons deep inside And Little John he told me that the whiskey eased the pain So Little John drank whiskey I just drank the rain While we rode out to Memphis lookin' for a better life He thought about the past while I told him 'bout my wife And the miles and years between us seemed like only yesterday As Little John the hobo taught me how to run away When we finally rode into the yard at Tennessee I looked up at Little John and he looked down at me He said that he was headed for a town called New Orleans Said somethin' 'bout a daughter that he hadn't ever seen So we parted ways in Memphis lookin' for a better life He's goin' to find his past I'm goin' back home to my wife For I never will forget him walkin' down that street alone Little John the hobo taught me how to go back home Little John the hobo taught me how to go back home