Tom Waits: On the Road

Letra: Jack Kerouac

Música: Tom Waits

Extraído de: Orphans

Well, I left New York in nineteen forty-nineTo go across the country, without a dad-blame dimeMontana in the cold cold fallI found my father in a gamblin' hall
Father, father, where have you been?I've been out in the world since I was only tenFather, father, where have you been?I've been out in the world since I was only ten
Don't worry about me, about to die of pleurisy

Cross the Mississippi, cross the Tennessee

Cross the Niagara, home I'll never be

Home in ol' Medora, home in ol' Truckee

Apalachicola, home I'll never be

For better or for worse, or thick and thinI've been married to the little woman

God he loves me, like I love himI want you to do just the same for himWell, the worms eat awayBut don't worry, watch the wind

So I left Montana on an old freight train

The night my father died in the cold cold rainRode to Opelousas, rode to Wounded Knee

Rode to Ogallala, home I'll never beRode to Oklahoma, rode to El Cajon Rode to old Tehatchapi, rode to San Antone

Hey! Hey!
Rode to Opelousas, rode to Wounded KneeRode to Ogallala, home I'll never beRode to Oklahoma, rode to El CajonRode to old Tehatchapi, rode to San Antone
Home I'll never beHome I'll never beHome I'll never beHome I'll never beHome I'll never beHome I'll never be