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Seven hundred miles on the road todaySeven hundred more and I'm still on my wayNot even Noah's ark is free the pageI am heading home I'm heading home, home, homeI am heading home, I'm heading homeTwo mourning girls from MerseysideWe showed them our clothes and they gave us a rideYes I promise I'll pick up the bill at every stop we makeBut I ain't got no money to pay, pay, payNo I ain't got no money to payWhen you're down and out and outside inAnd rambling's the only place you've beenRunning down that old road to gloryYes that's running down that old road to gloryGot thrown out at the ship by the dockGet on board and watch for landAnd I see peoples feet they just pass on over me Everybody needs a friend, oh lordEverybody needs a friendWell the dock gates swing open and the boat sails inI can smell my dusty home land windI'll sail the rest of the way in a worn out shoeSongtexteAnd I will see my mother again, oh lordI will see my brothers againWhen you're down and out and outside inAnd rambling's the only place you've beenRunning down that old road to gloryYes that's running down that old road to glory Aus Songtexte Mania