Thomas Alan Waits je americký písničkář, šansoniér, autor písní a herec. O jeho hlase jeden americký kritik napsal: „ Jako kdyby byl naložený v sudu s bourbonem, potom pár měsíců visel v udírně a nakonec přes něj přejelo auto. “ Gery Graff. Na...
Píseň: Face To The Highway
I'm going away I'm going away The cradle wants a baby Kitchen wants a pan The heart wants a certain kind of lover if it can Ocean wants a sailor Gun wants a hand money wants a spender And the road wants a man I turned my face to the highway And I turn my back on you Devil wants a sinner Sky wants a bird Table wants the dinner Lips want a word Glass wants the wine Fist wants to hurt Clock wants the time And the shovel wants to work I turned my face to the highway And I turn my back on you I'm going away I'm going away Coal wants a miner Soldier takes a stand The walls of the prison Want a solitary man The window wants a curtain The plow wants the land Diamond ring wants to Fit upon the finger Of her hand I turned my face to the highway And I turned my back on you I'm going away I'm going away I'm going away
