More songs by Charley Crockett
Description
Snow falls on the road, as if trying to cover yesterday's mistakes with a thin white blanket. Everything lies ahead - some forgotten city with a name that sounds both tired and hopeful at the same time. The wind whistles in the gaps between words, and the guitar seems to shake its head - as if to say, it's all been done before, you're just going back to where you once listened to the rain and believed that everything could start again.
It smells of petrol, wet earth and a hint of regret. But step by step, to the rhythm of hoarse vocals, this regret turns into warmth - as if someone has finally decided not to run away, but simply to live what remains, honestly and to the end.
Lyrics and translation
Original
I'm going to Alamosa
Back in the saddle
Once again
Bought a blue rose
In Ruidosa
Because my true love
Wanted her one
Well I'm riding one fifty-nine
Snow is falling and it's dawn
Just a little bit further
To seventeen
When I get there I'll be free
It was the age of the ram
Not long ago in this very land
He toiled in the sun
He loved her in the rain
He listened to the sound of the sage
In the age of the ram
We'll I'm going to Alamosa
Lord I got to clean up my act
They say Blanca she's bad luck
But I could never get enough
It was the age of the ram
Not long ago in this very land
He toiled in the sun
He loved her in the rain
He listened to the sound of the sage
In the age of the ram
It was the age of the ram
Not long ago in this very land
He toiled in the sun
He loved her in the rain
He listened to the sound of the sage
In the age of the ram
In the age of the ram
Holding the wheel in my hand
English translation
I'm going to Alamosa
Back in the saddle
Once again
Bought a blue rose
In Ruidosa
Because my true love
Wanted her one
Well I'm riding one fifty-nine
Snow is falling and it's dawn
Just a little bit further
To seventeen
When I get there I'll be free
It was the age of the ram
Not long ago in this very land
He toiled in the sun
He loved her in the rain
He listened to the sound of the sage
In the age of the ram
We'll I'm going to Alamosa
Lord I got to clean up my act
They say Blanca she's bad luck
But I could never get enough
It was the age of the ram
Not long ago in this very land
He toiled in the sun
He loved her in the rain
He listened to the sound of the sage
In the age of the ram
It was the age of the ram
Not long ago in this very land
He toiled in the sun
He loved her in the rain
He listened to the sound of the sage
In the age of the ram
In the age of the ram
Holding the wheel in my hand