don't you dare come and bother me no more I had a good friend I could only destroy And lovers I loved less than anybody could afford Yes, but this old rocking horse
I ain't got no horse I ain't got no horizon And just the scar on both my eyes I swear I got from crying Where I was born it don't matter There ain't
Превод: Деад Веатхер. Коњић за љуљање.
Превод: Деад Веатхер. Без коња.
: I ain't got no horse I ain't got no horizon Just the scars on my eyes I swear I got from crying Where I was born it don't matter There ain't no going
t you dare come And bother me no more I had a good friend I could only destroy And lovers I loved less Than anybody could afford yes but this old rocking horse
I ain't got no horse I ain't got no horizon Just the scars on my eyes I swear I got from crying Where I was born it don't matter There ain't no going
don't you dare come And bother me no more I had a good friend I could only destroy And lovers I loved less Than anybody could afford yes but this old rocking horse
I came from Alabama Wid my banjo on my knee, I?m g?wan to Louisiana My true love for to see, It rain?d all night the day I left, The weather it was dry
The working man's day we just piss it away We sit out in the weather Familiar, he said, times two breeds contempt Wash your hands of it forever Violence
I am limbo, waiting on a window Stuck inside an interval I know it's unattainable Covered by a label's name Labeled by geography On a dying dark horse
Half Mast It's the Makeshift The Patriot The Flag Shop is Out of Stock I hang myself... via live telecast Coming live from my own funeral, beautiful weather
It?s the Makeshift The Patriot The Flag Shop is Out of Stock I hang myself... via live telecast Coming live from my own funeral, beautiful weather
do with useless information i've never said So grab the end of the fishing line and make sure that its dead Save yourself from the carriages Save yourself from the chariots Those horses
, He was weathered like a fire burned through him, Old hunger there. Past all the grasses and into dark, We saw cabins on the roadside, Maybe a dead
Foster) I came from Alabama wid my banjo on my knee, I'm g'wan to Louisiana my true love for to see, It rain'd all night the day I left, the weather
"Do you still see me even here?" (The silver cord lies on the ground.) "And so I'm dead", the young man said over the hill (not a wish away). My friends
