Тексты песен «Murphey Michael Martin»

Burial grounds and merry-go-rounds are all the same to me Horses on posts and kids and ghosts are spirits we ought to set free. City slicker pickers got a lot of slicker licks than me But ridin' the range and lookin'...

I broke jail in Oconee, Georgia, changed my name to Jimmy Bill I was wanted for some time that I had killed Oh, I shot down Martha Hawkins and I robbed her of her pride I chose Forth Worth as a place to hide Oh, them...

Oh, yellow autumn moon You find me blue tonight What with the summer gone What with the fading light No sails out on the lake No children upon the shore No funny sun-burned nose No little country store I miss the sunny...

I'm a big race horse I can run so fast I don't even think about bein last When I make my move I don't feel no pain I got running blood rushin through my viens So don't hold on Don't hold back If you gonna run On the...

She comes down from Yellow Mountain On a dark, flat land she rides On a pony she named Wildfire With a whirlwind by her side On a cold Nebraska night Oh, they say she died one winter When there came a killing frost And...