Тексты песни «Nebraska»

Theres a train running through Nebraska Theres a cold running through my veins And as far as I can see Its all white there could no one be Theres a boy running through Nebraska And its cold in the kitchen I make...

There's a train running through Nebraska There's a cold running through my veins And as far as I can see It's all white there could no one be There's a boy running through Nebraska And it's cold in the kitchen I make...

It seems like I should know better I guess I don't know much When I'm alone I'm everything But I'm not well beneath it all Stop staring over my shoulder Just let me breathe in peace now Cause all I ask for is a....date...

I saw her standin' on her front lawn just twirlin' her baton Me and her went for a ride sir and ten innocent people died From the town of Lincoln Nebraska with a sawed-off .410 on my lap Through to the badlands of...

If there was just somehow I think I should go now I'm going to Nebraska I'm leaving tomorrow I'll purchase grasslands Good luck to you all If there was just somehow Switch off the whole town Undo the tied wound To redo...

hey mike i wish i could help you figure something out but it's been too long since we spoke your sarcasm radiates unhappiness so withdrawn and rooted deep inside are you content at twenty-seven were you hopeful at 17? a...

Superthick chunks of broken life and reality At the dinner table come to me Say goodbye, my friend, my exit's here My road's so long, a million miles or so Too much for me, I got to go My navigator's here And they say...

When I was twelve, my mom and I Left New York for California sky Dad had gone, it was Mom and me In our Chevrolet, two-part harmony The car broke down west of Omaha We settled down, Mom got a job Chorus Oh, Nebraska...

I saw her standin'on her front lawn just twirlin'her baton Me and her went for a ride sir and ten innocent people died From the town of Lincoln, Nebraska with a sawed off .410 on my lap Through to the badlands of...

I saw her standin' on her front lawn just twirlin' her baton Me and her went for a ride sir and ten innocent people died From the town of lincoln, nebraska with a sawed off .410 on my lap Through to the badlands of...