The National Seven versuri

Versuri Colin Wilkie – The National Seven lyrics

The National Seven’s long and hard, the longest road in France
It runs from Paris to the sea and it gives no second chance
It’s long and hard and lonely, your courage dies inside
You’re standing by that highway, just trying to hitch a ride

Sometimes you sweat beneath the sun, or curse the driving rain
Swear you’ll never ever ride that damned old road again
But the Seven’s like a fever, buzzes in your brain
You leave the roofs of l’Odéon and you’re on the road again

Some drivers roar on by you with a mean, unfriendly stare
Others turn their eyes away pretending you ain’t there
Then a car pulls up beside you, says ‘Where d’you want to go?’
You know there is no turning back when you pass through Fontainebleau

Farewell Nevers and Moulins, and faretheewell Lyon
There’ll be some dancing on that bridge when we hit old Avignon
For the air is getting warmer in the valley of the Rhone
The river runs beside you and the mountains they have grown

The scenery’s a knock-out, takes your breath away
When you see the glint of waters, man, you’re nearing St. Tropez
Then the coastline’s wide and waiting, along that coast I’ll roam
I’ll make my money singing, if the cops leave me alone

The National Seven’s long and hard…