Home. I don´t wanna go back!

Two Gospel Keys

Leaving this town
No use hangin' 'round...

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I came out of the mountain
My hands were on fire
My cradle the ocean bottom,
My home became the sky

I wasn't born a father,
I never knew my son
I was born down in the fire,
In the storm and the flood

I set fire to the earth,
And I've come to watch it grow,
I walk the world with a black coal heart,
And I'm here to make the cold wind blow

I rose up from the desert,
I walked across the sand
Set the earth on fire,
With the back of my hands

I rode the wind with voices
A black and evil tongue,
Sees a guilty man set free,
And an innocent one hung

I set fire to the earth
And I've come to watch it grow
I walk the world with a black coal heart
And I'm here to make the cold wind grow

And no one makes it rain,
The way you make it rain
So I can, I will keep the rain
I will keep the rain

I fell out of the mountain,
My hands were broken still
These words my testament,
These words my final will

I wasn't born a father
But now I know my son
And this is what he told me
While he held a smoking gun

I set fire to the earth
And I've come to watch it grow
I walk the world with a black coal heart
And I'm here to make the cold wind blow

I walk the world with a black coal heart
And I'm here to make the cold wind blow

It's a long time ago on my grave
As the judge comes down with the gavel
And the rain it looked like the blood on the ground
It shook the grass and the leaves and the gravel
You try (you try)
You try (you try)
You try to find the short way home
Over roots, bloody knees and the bent over trees
To try to find the way back home
Familiar signs, the rails alight
They disappeared one by one
And your fate's been sealed by the turning of the wheel
And the setting of the evening sun
So you crawl on by the light of the moon
Cross the reeds and over the hours
And you pray that you make it to the breakin' of the day
You're tryin' to find a way back home
You try (you try)
You try (you try)
You're tryin' find the short way home
Over roots, bloody knees and the bent over trees
You're tryin' to find the way back home
Mother why'd you have to go and clip my golden wings?
I'm gonna fly off this building all the same
You put me down in the darkest well
And still that water stings
I'm gonna fly off this building all the same
Mother why'd you have to go and clip my golden wings?
I'm gonna fly off this building all the same
You put me down in the darkest well
And still that water stings
I'm gonna fly off this building all the same
Mother why'd you have to go and clip my dirty wings?
I'm gonna fly off this building all the same
You put me down in the deepest well
And still that water stings
I'm gonna fly off this building all the same
It's a long time ago on my grave
As the judge comes down with the gavel
And the rain it looked like the blood on the ground
It shook the grass and the leaves and the gravel
And You try (you try)
You try (you try)
You try to find the short way home
Over roots, bloody knees and the bent over trees
You're tryin' to find the way back home
You're tryin' to find the way back home
You'd die to find the short way home

Lovin' Spoonful

Das passt hier auch so verdammt gut

Lord I'm 500 miles away from home
Away from home,away from home,away from home,away from home
Lord I'm 500 miles away from home