Paroles:
I was riding down the highway when I thought I
Spotted someone in the road
I said, “You going my way?�
And he turned his head and said, “Man, I don’t know�
So I asked about his government and he turned his head and then began to laugh
Well I asked him, “what you running from?�
And he said, “My man, I’m running from my past�
And we laughed aloud, and sang aloud
And then we drank a brew
I didn’t think a thought about Mr Brown, he’s through
I heard the loud, marching sound, of a revolution coming through
There’s no need to come around unless you’re true
Someone in the road
Well we kept on driving down that road for about an hour and half
The way that we were moving left half myself
Reflecting in the past
Tired of endless talking, stopped the car and
Started walking down a path
Lifted sprits to my heart, Lord knows that anger never lasts
And we laughed aloud, and sang aloud
And then we drank a brew
I didn’t think a thought about Mr Brown, he’s through
I heard the loud, marching sound, of a revolution coming through
There’s no need to come around unless you’re true
Someone in the road
Spotted someone in the road
I said, “You going my way?�
And he turned his head and said, “Man, I don’t know�
So I asked about his government and he turned his head and then began to laugh
Well I asked him, “what you running from?�
And he said, “My man, I’m running from my past�
And we laughed aloud, and sang aloud
And then we drank a brew
I didn’t think a thought about Mr Brown, he’s through
I heard the loud, marching sound, of a revolution coming through
There’s no need to come around unless you’re true
Someone in the road
Well we kept on driving down that road for about an hour and half
The way that we were moving left half myself
Reflecting in the past
Tired of endless talking, stopped the car and
Started walking down a path
Lifted sprits to my heart, Lord knows that anger never lasts
And we laughed aloud, and sang aloud
And then we drank a brew
I didn’t think a thought about Mr Brown, he’s through
I heard the loud, marching sound, of a revolution coming through
There’s no need to come around unless you’re true
Someone in the road
