Тексты песни «Hired Gun»

Hired gun Hired gun for sale Hired gun, on the run He won't fail Requesting quick, they asked the people Where's the hired gunman's trail? He turned into a dark, cold corner His is the face that is so pale...

They pay me lots of money for what I do I'm a dancer midnight romancer under the moon I'm on the clock, I like to rock, I don't work the streets You'll be amazed, your eyes a glazed When I do my high wire feats...

Morning light meet the day Nervous eyes look both ways And it just won't matter, spring or fall There's bread to win and shots to call And there ain't nobody out there Just a wild uncertainty It's in your stride...

From Houston to New Orleans, To the badlands way out west, A high rider way beneath the sun, When my work is done, There's no place I'm goin' to, That's the life of a Hired Gun, Sheriff and his posse they came riding...