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01: Beruf: Geisterjäger - Teil 05

de Johnny Sinclair

Loaded up with cattle from off the VR downs
Pulled out of the stockyard and turned the rig around
As a group of weary stockmen faded out behind
The road stretched out before me
A long and lonely ride

Road Train, rollin' out across the west
Road Train, The territory express
Road Train, runnin on Road Train

Up ahead a mob of livestock scattered on the track
And the hiss of squealin' airbrakes, strained to hold me back
And the gravel spits like gunshots, a cloud of dust explodes
When the rig comes to a standstill, there's blood out on the road

Road Train, rollin' out across the west
Road Train, The territory express
Road Train, runnin on Road Train

As the sun is slowly sinking out into the west
In the crimson shades of sunset the big rig silhouettes
And the moobeams soft and silver paint and eerie light
With the stars above to guide me well I ride into the night

Road Train, rollin' out across the west
Road Train, The territory express
Road Train, runnin on Road Train
Road Train, rollin' out across the west
Road Train, The territory express
Road Train, runnin on Road Train

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