Start my own way, When I take my old bag. The road as always – Is not a problem for a strong heart. Borders have no sense – Important thing is my own way.
My road is my own way, But there’re people who will go with me. Whiskey and Lucky Strike – That’s I have in my old bag. Someday I will stay, And at the end I’ll stop my way.
And this will be the best, The finest place in the world. ‘Couse Whiskey and Lucky Strike – That’s I have in my old bag. ‘Couse Whiskey and Lucky Strike – That’s I have in my old bag.