old saddle from the wall A sudden chill runs through her in the cold of the not quite dawn Chorus: She's losing him, to the rodeo wind That blows through
In a far away city, with a far away feel But it makes me feel better each time you begin Callin' me home, hickory wind Keeps callin' me home, hickory wind
번역: 제리 제프 워커. 로데오 바람.
is real In a faraway city with a faraway feel But it makes me feel better each time you begin Callin' me home, hickory wind Keeps callin' me home, hickory wind
And the joy and the pain And they call the thing rodeo It's the broncs and the blood It's the steers and the mud And they call the thing rodeo
: Que tengo que hacer Y cuanto mas he de esperar Para que escuches Las palabras por llegar Alquiler de suenos Cuanto mas he de pagar Por ver alguno,
