It rained today, the clouds rolled up at dawnAll hell burst wide open and just like that was goneYour little lapdog chased a fox tailed squirrelAcross the main road through the woodSome ninja on a dirt bike nearly ran him down for goodRight about now it gets quiet around hereWhat with nightfall in the wingsThe floorboards creak and faucets leakBut it's the emptiness that singsThe wind grows chill and then lies still40 miles from nowhereAt the bottom of the worldNovember sky's a diamond-studded domeA hundred billion points of light to guide my way back homeWhen the moon is hanging fat and fullAnd all those jangly stars recedeA fold out couch on a midnight porch isWhere my footsteps leadYou always said I made my bed40 miles from nowhereAt the bottom of the worldFriends don't call like they used to for reasons not unkindIf there's anything that we can do rings hollow down a telephone lineThere's a cedar grove in back of the houseMaybe halfway down the hillA place to go and just lay low when there's time to fillA few gravestones, a pre-civil war fence and the random arrowheadIs where the beehive swarmed threeSummers ago, "Too wet, " the old men saidSo it's me your little lapdog andThat old brindle cat trying to keep this place in lineAnd heading into town these days is the last thing on my mindI weep for youIt's what I do40 miles from nowhereAt the bottom of the world40 miles from nowhereAt the bottom of the world
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Willie Hugh Nelson (Abbott, Texas, 29 de abril de 1933) es un cantante, compositor y guitarrista estadounidense de country. El éxito en la crítica de sus álbumes Shotgun Willie (1973), Red Headed Stranger (1975) y Stardust (1978) convirtieron a Nelson en uno…
