The Migrant

I know, that your weed fills me working

And there's just time, before the snow has touched the fall

But I, cannot stay for the harvest

Cause tonight, I'm hitting down south

Goodbye, I'll seen you

And I hear there's a pipeline how in end in the Texas

So I guess I'll go

And maybe brush will all to

Can you wait untill, I make another

To see else the weather

For the days, I'm short and cold

And work scares

The fragrance of you hair mizing tomorrow

And your sweet smile, I know, has touched the wind

And least I work my way there closer to you

It feel so cool, to be close to home again

When no leaves fall from your trees

Look out your window

And you will see me coming out home

Mmmmmm..

To run as fast as you can, girl, at to me

And throw you're on around me

Cause baby, i'm home