Текстове на песни: Continental Drifters. Highway of The Saints.

I'm driving down the highway of the saints
Keepin' an eye on a friend of mine who wishes no complaints
When all her strength had left her and hope, it become thin
Now I'm driving down the highway of the saints

The sun is up and no one's in the field
The temperature keeps risin', the wind is on its heels
Of all the things she taught me, of none of them restrained
Driving down the highway of the saints

Driving down the highway of the saints

Well, I'm holdin' on to something I can't hold
The old folks now are leavin' and the farm is almost sold
There ain't no sense of grievin', I can't be what I ain't
I'm driving down the highway of the saints
Driving down the highway of the saints