Тексты песен «Kris Kristofferson»

Once my future was shiny as the Seat of my pants are today Then old mother luck and all her Daughters started duckin' me When I finally got tired of just sittin' there Watching my life slip away I said I better start...

The sun is filled with ice and gives no warmth at all The sky was never blue, the stars are raindrops Searching for a place to fall and I never cared for you I know, you won't believe these things, I tell you No you...

If you hurt me, you won't be the first or the last In a lifetime of many mistakes. But I won't spend tomorrow regretting the past For the chances that I didn't take. 'Cause I'll never know 'til it's over If I'm right...

We know better it was bitter, baby Watching love become a lie Now we're coming to that point of no returning Do you really want to try ? Are the reasons or the chances any better than before ? Are we into something...

Written by kris kristofferson and rita coolidge Hey, fairweather friend, You know you can bend me I don't wanna break Hey, lend me a hand Something I can lean on 'til I'm strong enough to Make it... 'cause I'm lost,...

I said, "I've got a life of my own I've got a life of my own" I said, "Don't try to make me a part of no plan Take me or leave me alone Freedom's a feeling that few understand I've got a life of my own" I said, "I...

You came smiling softly Shyly moving, easy as a dreamer, into my world Then before I realized the danger I found myself staring into your eyes Somewhere in their colors I saw promises of things I'd never seen before...

I listened to a friend who'd do the same for me last night 'cause it takes one to really understand And I watched him try to walk the line Between what's wrong and right And knew that fool was gonna fall again Chorus:...

I dig Bobby Dylan and I dig Johnny Cash And I think Waylon Jennings is a table thumpin' smash Hearin' Joni Mitchell feels as good as smokin' grass And if you don't like Hank Williams, honey, you can kiss my ass 'Cause...

I dig Bobby Dylan and I dig Johnny Cash And I think Waylon Jennings is a table thumpin' smash Hearin' Joni Mitchell feels as good as smokin' grass If you don't like Hank Williams honey you can kiss my ass Cause I think...

Read about the sorry way he done somebody's daughter Chained her to a heavy thing and threw her in the water And she sank into the darkness with their baby son inside her A little piece of truth and beauty died Burning...

They said, "What do you think you would do If she told you that she'd been untrue?" I'd say, "I won't say I won't be sorry, no It sure was love while it lasted" They said, "How will you feel deep inside When the love...

They said, "What do you think you would do If she told you that she'd been untrue?" I'd say, "I won't say I won't be sorry, no It sure was love while it lasted" They said, "How will you feel deep inside When the love...

I know you know I'm sorry And you know that I feel the same We've grown too lonesome together (Oh, yes we have) And all that we share is the blame. Let's take a chance while there's something to say Oh darling, don't...

All we've ever owed each other for the time we spent together Was the right to know it's over when it's gone What it wasn't doesn't matter and it still don't feel no better Just to know who done who righteously or wrong...

He was walking with your brother on the streets of alabama He was marching next to martin when he died Working face to face in cuba and managua nicaragua He did not yet beat the devil, but he tried Chorus: Hold on...

Little Jesse Younger was a well respected lad Doing all he could to please his mommy and his dad But he never planned to be the man they said that he'd become Somehow or another now his little baby brother Is his...

Jesus was a Capricorn He ate organic food He believed in love and peace And never wore no shoes Long hair, beard and sandals And a funky bunch of friends Reckon may just nail Him up If He come down again 'Cause...

She would meet me in the morning On my way down to the river Waiting patient by the chinaberry tree With her feet already dusty >From the pathway to the levy And her little blue jeans rolled up to her knees I'd pay her...

Once upon a dusty reservation Somewhere in the land of sitting bull Johnny lobo played with fire and dreamed of open spaces Locked inside a heaven gone to hell All the dreams were gone but not forgotten Murdered like...