Тексты песен «Guy Clark»

Well, I was passing by a pawn shop In an older part of town Something caught my eye And I stopped and turned around I stepped inside and there I spied In the middle of it all Was a beat up old guitar Hanging on the...

If you ever go out to the circus Where the Wallendas walk on the wire I'll tell you a tale to remember When the white horses leap rings of fire It was a cold night in Oklahoma The show was about to begin The animals...

The old gunfighter on the porch Stared into the sun And relived the days of living by the gun When deadly games of pride were played And living was mistakes not made And the thought of the smell of the black powder...

Won't say I love you babe? Won't say I need you babe? But, I'm gonna get you babe And I will not do you wrong Livin's mostly wastin' time I waste my share of mine But it never feels too good So let's don't take too...

Too much workin'll make your back ache Too much trouble'll bring you a heartbreak Too much gravy'll make you fat Too much rain'll ruin your hat Too much coffee'll race your heart tick Too much road'll make you homesick...

I threw a rock through your window Just to let you know I love you Just to let you know I care and I ain't scared To have you see how I feel I blew a kiss through your keyhole Just to let you know I'm breathin' Just to...

The crickets are singin' the bluegills been bitin' The fireflies are flashin' with all of their might Down on the river ol' Reagan went fishin' He's layin' for a big one on a full moon lit night We get high on the lake...

I beg your pardon mama what did you say My mind was drifting on a Martinque day It's not that I'm not interested you see Augusta Georgia is just no place to be Just think Jamaica in the moonlight Sandy beaches drinking...

Gents to the middle said a young girl's fiddle and you ain't got nothin' to lose Allemande right she can play it all night she can fiddle off the bottom of your shoes Chorus Oh me, oh my, how she makes that bowhair fly...

I beg your pardon mama what did you say My mind was drifting on a Martinque day It's not that I'm not interested you see Augusta Georgia is just no place to be Just think Jamaica in the moonlight Sandy beaches drinking...

Now what's up with the walkin' man I wonder where he's gone Marchin' down to Birmingham I think I'll tag along Was a walkin' man come by here A hundred years ago Walkin' down the trail of tears Out to Oklahom-i-o out to...

They baptized me one fine day Down at the river's edge All my sins are washed away Like water under the bridge I had a little girl and her eyes were blue She lived just over the ridge Her love ran deep and her love ran...

The sun was hot and the dust rose up like smoke So we hid beneath the elm tree and watched the watermelons float There in a big 'ol tub of ice And we'd split em open with a kitchen knife And everybody had a sliece it...

Give me just one more sip of that Worry B Gone I'm planning on feelin' much better before too long Got a world of trouble that I need to forget I'm on my way but I ain't there yet Give me just one more sip of that Worry...