Nicolò Tuppo, stavo rileggendo il testo di una canzone di Kerouac, mi sei proprio venuto in mente, amico. 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? Ive been out in the world since I was only ten Father, father, where have you been? Ive been out in the world since I was only ten Dont worry about me, about to die of pleurisy Cross the Mississippi, cross the Tennessee Cross the Niagara, home Ill never be Home in ol Medora, home in ol Truckee(2) Apalachicola, home Ill never be For better or for worse, or thick and thin Ive 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 dont 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 Ill 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 Ill never be Rode to Oklahoma, rode to El Cajon Rode to old Tehatchapi, rode to San Antone Home Ill never be Home Ill never be Home Ill never be Home Ill never be Home Ill never be Home Ill never be
Posted on: Wed, 17 Sep 2014 20:17:16 +0000
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