Тексты песен «Peter Rowan»

Oh, here I go again Fallin' in love with you My heart won't beat slow again Since I fell in love with you Well, a woman in love, she lets her hair hang down She stays at home with the lights turned down She's warm and...

It's tired and I'm getting late I try to speak, but I can't relate The DJ says I need my rest But like a storm lost bird, I can't find my nest. I've got to get home to you Home to you, home to you The stranger smokes...

Oh, the wind blows cold On the trail of the buffalo Oh, the wind blows cold In the land of the Navajo In the land of the Navajo A hundred miles from nowhere out on the desert sand One-eyed Jack, the trader, held some...

Well, that last train done left town That last train done left town I heard the whistle moaning low But that last train done gone down My sweet baby's on that train My sweet baby's on that train I wonder if I will see...

If you ever feel lonesome, and your down in San Antone, Beg, steal, or borrow two nickels or a dime, and call me on the phone. I'll meet you at Alamo mission, and we can say our prayers, The Holy Ghost and the Virgin...

I remember when we used to sit In the government yard in trenchtown, Oba - obaserving the ypocrites As they would mingle with the good people we meet. Good friends we have, good friends weve lost Along the way. In this...

Well I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee And I'm bound for Louisiana, my own true love for to see It did rain all night the day I left The weather was bone dry The sun was so hot I froze myself Suzanne, don't...

When you're tryin' to make your livin' makin' rain You got to put on a real good show, tell the people anything You got to get the Lord's attention any old way you can Maybe He'll show a little mercy and start cryin'...

Well, get your Mama, get your Papa, Get your sister, get your brother, Aunt Lucy'sa gonna show Uncle John, How to do the boogie-woogie, While the kissin' cousins dosie-do, Until the break of dawn. Y'all come with one...

In the Morelos mountains campesinos are planting their fields Where the ghost of Zapata flies a ship that can still outrun the wind There, free in the sky, and clear out of sight... It's the Free Alien Air Force, flying...

The wind is blowing 'cross the mountain And down on the valley way below It sweeps the grave of my darling When I die that's where I want to go Lord, send the angels for my darling And take her to that home on high...