20 miles east of Aberdeen This guitar case wearing a hole in my jeans People ask me, where are you from, and I won't say Sweat running down my dusty face Northwest towns look all the same People ask me who I am, and I won't say I just tell them... It's a long, long, windey road, I've been on...
It's a long, long, windey road, I've been on... I've slept all alone too many times Memories invade my foolish mind People as me where I'm from, and I won't say So I just tell them... It's a long, long, windey road, I've been on... It's a long, long, windey road, I've been on...