Grand Funk Railroad - Trying to get away

Tekst :

I been out on the road and above in the air,
I m a long way from home but I just don t care.
The dust from the road makes it dry in my mouth,
When it s cold up north, that s when I head south.
Cause I been tryin to, tryin to get away, yeah.
Tryin to, tryin to get away, yeah.
I passed through New York just the other day,
The smog was bad but not as bad as L.A.
Sometimes I wonder what the world s comin to.
Sometimes I wonder what I m gonna do.
CHORUS
Cause I been tryin to, tryin to get away, yeah.
I been tryin to, tryin to get away, yeah.
I been out on the road and above in the air,
I m a long way from home but I just don t care.
The dust from the road makes it dry in my mouth,
When it s cold up north, that s when I head south.
Tryin to, tryin to get away.
Tryin to, tryin to get away.
Tryin to, tryin to get away.
Tryin to, tryin to get away.
CHORUS
Cause I been tryin to, tryin to get away, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Inne utwory

  • Save the land
  • 1976
  • Black licorice
  • Take me
  • No reason why
  • Big buns
  • Got this thing on the move
  • Aimless lady
  • In need
  • Ups and downs
  • Bad time
  • I fell for your love
  • Good & evil
  • Inside looking out
  • Nothing is the same
  • Call yourself a man
  • Queen bee

    • Losowe utwory

    Wish

    Sometimes
    I still hear you
    In someone else s voice
    Sometimes
    It gets lonely
    Do I have a choice

    No one seems to notice the breaking of a heart
    No one sees my dreams falling apart

    Wish I didn t need you
    I Wish you never looked into...

    What i have to do

    Well it seems as though everyone s been led astray far away from.
    From what we know, still can t find a reason or
    the right words to say. It ll be ok.

    [Prechorus]
    Wrapped up in all the things that are wrong.
    It...

    Beef

    [Biggie]
    We here (uh-huh)
    We ain t goin nowhere (uh-uhh)

    [Diddy]
    Yall motherfuckers don t know what beef is

    [Biggie]
    Ha ha ha ha ha, check out this bizarre
    Rapper style used by me, the B.I.G. (b.i.g.)
    I put my key you put your key in, money...

    Sweet chains

    Sun shine on me
    You were my sunflower, yeah
    Been a long cold winter
    Summer s come and gone
    Your words were so bitter
    My resurrection s just begun
    Dead of winter
    No pain only borrowed
    You drink from my soul

    Płatna miłość

    Z pozoru chłodny, choć w środku płonę,
    Idąc bez celu, zmierzam do niej.
    Nie potrzebuję żadnej mapy,
    Żeby bezbłędnie do niej trafić

    Miłości, bracie, się nie kupi...
    Ten, kto to śpiewał, nie był głupi...
    Lecz jest uliczka w moim mieście,
    Gdzie zawsze można kupić szczęście.

    Płatna miłość, innej nie znam...
    Płatna miłość - poezja...

    Czasami, gdy na ciebie patrzę,
    To chciałbym...