Vārdi:
Andrew Peterson Carried Along

along the road When they slept and when they rose The words of the Lord were impressed on their minds And after all this time I'm carried along like

He said, "I have wandered far to yonder ocean I have drunk from every fountain in this world I have turned each mossy stone And have found myself alone

Hey, Jamie, would you mind Driving down this road a while Arizona's waiting on these eyes Rich is on the radio And I think we ought to take it slow Arizona

Rickety fence and a rocking chair The smell of my father's pipe Cackling goose in the summer air The garden is green and ripe Suddenly now I'm far away

There were ninety and nine that safely lay In the shelter of the fold But one was out on the hills away Far off from the gates of gold Away on the mountains