Johnny Dickinson Beach Road Letras:Cold, cold night
I hear a rumbling sound
Across the field to the old house
I put my head to the ground
I climb up the hill
To the church-house yard
And I hear the wind blow
Down that old Beach road
The sky is crying
There is trouble in the air
I can't do wrong
And I can't do right
Well I take her where she needs me
And I really don't know
Each time I hear that wind blow
[Más Letras en http://es.mp3lyrics.org/EQXc]Down that old
Beach road
Storm is rising
There's trouble in the air
I can't do wrong
And I can't do right
Well I take her where she needs me
And I really don't know
Each time I hear that wind blow
Down that old
I've got sand in my shoes
I've got soul on my tongue
Black headed gulls
And old jack crows
I take her where she needs me
And I really don't know
Down that old
Beach road
Down the old Beach road
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