Four Winds Songtext
von Phil Hendriks

Here come the hard luck story boys
The death or glory boys
One day to return
From the shores of a distant land
Yeah, guitar in hand
Money enough to burn

We′ll leave our troubles at the park and ride
Well, we've got nothing left but pride
Into the night we′ll ride, yeah

I wanna walk under open skies
Throw me the keys to the countryside
So pass around that bottle, Jim
This sob story can begin
We're gonna ride 'til there ain′t no road
We′re heading where the four winds don't blow
Let′s ride


We'll say goodbye to the city lights
Driving hard through a desert night
Engines set to burn
We′ll eat up miles on a dusty road
Feel the heat and the back-beat thumping
On the radio

We'll set a course to the promised land
Well, we′ve got nothing planned, let's drive
Into the night we'll ride, yeah

We′re gonna walk on the burning sands
No dream, no goal, no master plan
So pass around that bottle, Jim
This sob story can begin
We′re gonna ride 'til there ain′t no road
We're heading where the four winds don′t blow
Let's go

We′re heading where the four winds don't blow
We're heading where the four winds don′t blow
Come on
Whoa, oh, oh
We′re heading where the four winds don't blow