Country Roads
Toots and The Maytals Lyrics

Living on the road my friend,
Was gonna keep you free and clean.
Now you wear your skin like iron,
Your breath as hard as kerosene.
You weren't your mama's only boy,
But her favorite one it seems.
She began to cry when you said goodbye,
And sank into your dreams.

Pancho was a bandit boy,
His horse was fast as polished steel.
He wore his gun outside his pants
For all the honest world to feel.
Pancho met his match you know
On the deserts down in Mexico,
Nobody heard his dying words,
Ah but that's the way it goes.

All the Federales say
They could have had him any day
They only let him slip away
Out of kindness, I suppose.

Lefty, he can't sing the blues
All night long like he used to.
The dust that Pancho bit down south
Ended up in Lefty's mouth.
The day they laid poor Pancho low,
Lefty split for Ohio.
Where he got the bread to go,
There ain't nobody knows.

All the Federales say
We could have had him any day.
We only let him slip away
Out of kindness, I suppose.

The poets tell how Pancho fell,
And Lefty's living in cheap hotels
The desert's quiet, Cleveland's cold,
And so the story ends we're told.
Pancho needs your prayers it's true,
But save a few for Lefty too.
He only did what he had to do,
And now he's growing old.

All the Federales say
We could have had him any day.
We only let him go so long
Out of kindness, I suppose.

A few gray Federales say
We could have had him any day
We only let him go so long
Out of kindness, I suppose.

Written by: Bill Danoff, John Denver, Taffy Nivert Danoff

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

Syunsuke Togo


[Verse 1]
Almost heaven, West Jamaica
True ridge mountains, shining down the river
All my friends there, older than those ridge
Younger than the mountains, blowing like a breeze

Country roads take me home
To the place I belong
West Jamaica, my ol' momma
Take me home country roads

[Verse 2]
I heard her voice, in the mornin' hour she calls me
Said "Son you remind me of my home far away"
And drivin' down the road I feel a sickness
I should have been home yesterday, yesterday

[Verse 3]
All my memories, all gathered 'round her
My my lady swingin' through the water (water)
Dark and dusty painted on the sky
Misty taste of moonshine, tears fall out my eyes

All comments from YouTube:

Grej Birch

My Wife is from Jamaica I'm from West Virginia! This is blowing my mind.

Hilton Fernandes

Great drawing,@RAYON GRIFFITHS !
Congratulations !

Jim Coulter

I’m from West Virginia, bought this vinyl album soon after it came out. Love It!!!


Good comment if true mon cool

Dank Nuggz

My girl from Jamaica and I'm from Uk. Anybody got some classic fusions for me... Love this stuff🤣💯✌🏼👊🏼 lol

JM Negroni

Imagine your kids! Theyll be like where are we going? Haha you can have two homes

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Michael Johnson

Rest in peace, Toots Hibbert.

ExPFC Wintergreen v2.0

He lives on through his music ❤️ 🇯🇲🎶

Merci Beaucoup


Ashley Yago

Right. R.I.P to a Legend!!
We Will All Miss him. Funny, I never heard of him,(Toots)OR the Group!! Sad. Rough Loss. This World, has Definitely Lost a Legend!!😥😥😭😭😢😢

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