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I had ten cents in my pocket, When I left my father's house
With a tombstone in my memory, I headed my wagon south
My possessions numbered but a few, When I started my journey
Just a shotgun and a Bowie knife, And a banjo on my knee
Alabama, you sure look good to me
Alabama, just you wait and see
When I find you, I'll stay around you
And build a brand new dream

О, если б в далях тех я мог тебя найти,
К тебе я ближе подошел и вот тогда, наверняка,
Слова все нужные я смог произнести,
Слова, что у меня в душе, и ты бы поняла…

И если б… И если б только
Существовал тот путь…
И если б мог узнал причину бед…

Fifteen hundred miles is a long, long way
And I wish that I could be with you especially today
Standing right beside me is a man with a gun
And he's waiting for the chance to shoot me down if I should run
'Cos I'm on the inside looking out
And don't you know there's nothing I can do

Chorus

I've been all around this great big world
to Paris and Rome
And I've never found a place that I could
really call my own.
But there'se one place where I know
the sun is shining endlessly
And it's calling me across the sea
so I must get back to SAN BERNADINO.

So long, boy you can take my place
I've got my papers, I've got my pay
So pack my bags and I'll be on my way
To Yellow River

Put my gun down, the war is won
Fill my glass high, the time has come
I'm going back to the place that I love