Windin’ Road
Windin’, windin’ roads a windin’
Home is getting far away
Will I see my love come springtime
Or when I am old and gray
Long ago I took to wandering
Had to see beyond the hill
I left my sweetheart there a waiting
Wonder if she’s waiting still
Oh I met a gal in Kansas city
Painted face and flaming hair
She took my love and stole my money
Broke my heart and left me there
Well I trailed her clear up to Wyoming
And one fine day in early spring
I rode up so soft and easy
Shot and killed that pretty thing
Now I’m living in the shadows
Starting up at every sound
Causе haunted men have rocky pillows
And bеd down on the cold, cold ground
Now my mother’s prayers can’t save me
And my young dreams won’t come true
So set the shroud it’s all to even
Cause dying is all I’ve left to do
Oh it’s windin’, windin’ roads a windin’
Home is getting far away
Will I see my love come Springtime
Or when I am old and grey