Jack Kerouac - On The Road (Home I'll Never Be) | Текст песни

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Well, I left New York in nineteen forty-nine
To go across the country, without a dad-blame dime(1)
Montana in the cold cold fall
I found my father in a gamblin' hall

Father, father, where have you been?
I've been out in the world since I was only ten
Father, father, where have you been?
I've been out in the world since I was only ten

Don't worry about me, about to die of pleurisy
Cross the Mississippi, cross the Tennessee
Cross the Niagara, home I'll never be
Home in ol' Medora, home in ol' Truckee(2)
Apalachicola, home I'll never be

For better or for worse, or thick and thin
I've been married to the little woman
God he loves me, like I love him
I want you to do just the same for him
Well, the worms eat away
But don't worry, watch the wind

So I left Montana on an old freight train
The night my father died in the cold cold rain
Rode to Opelousas, rode to Wounded Knee
Rode to Ogallala, home I'll never be
Rode to Oklahoma, rode to El Cajon(3)
Rode to old Tehatchapi(4), rode to San Antone

Hey! Hey!

Rode to Opelousas, rode to Wounded Knee
Rode to Ogallala, home I'll never be
Rode to Oklahoma, rode to El Cajon
Rode to old Tehatchapi, rode to San Antone

Home I'll never be
Home I'll never be
Home I'll never be
Home I'll never be
Home I'll never be
Home I'll never be

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