Тексты песен «Ryan Bingham»

My bluebird, my blue bird can fly as far as I can see My bluebird has everything I need My bluebird, my bluebird knows my deepest desires My bluebird, my bluebird will catch me just before the fire I'm down on the...

Onda Cielo y toca la sierra Trabajando amigos acsentado le piedra Vaqueros montamos, Caballos boracho Esperando acsente del sol Palo en Mexico Buzzards they circle old crosses on hills The heart of the desert pound...

I've lived without bread and I've lived without water, Stuck outside the middle of the desert wishin' I was home. Long way from no where, wishin' I was somewhere, Sangre de Cristo to the Devils Backbone. I've been to...

Take yourself out of your mind Open everything they say you are A breeding bed of lies builds nothing at all I'd rather be standing up tall and strong Take yourself out of your mind Open your eyes to the morning sun...

Do you really think you know Exactly where I stand? Or did I just let you down When you found out I was just a poor man? I might of took a few wrong turns Down a few wrong roads Wound up in a few wrong towns Where...

Let your mamma's cry When the trains roll at night Let the wildfires fly With the soul of child When the day is done I was born a bad man's son When the day is done I was born a bad man's son Let the coyotes cry...

If I held my breath in the morning Would I wake up for a lifetime Lose my job in this depression Well I dont care cause I got your love In this depression All I need is you In this depression What is there to lose If...

Well, I've been workin' in the goddamn sun With just for a dollar a day Been workin' for a dollar a day I've been workin' for dollar a day Man, I never understood why all my money Goes down to man at the bank And all...

Don't wait for me 'Cause I'll be running late By the flowers upon my grave Don't wait for me 'Cause I'll be coming home Don't wait for me Long by the telephone Chorus: 'Cause I'm wild running through the hills...

Well, I'm a homeless man With my thumb in the wind I sure miss my kin but then again I'm on the road with a song for you I took a step, I lost a bet They cut off my tongue, now they're full of regret Careful what you...

I'ma gettin' so tired of what you say You're lettin' this whole world go down the drain I'm gonna stand up and say my name 'Cause I'ma gettin' tired of your endless ways You want more money in your hand You want more...

If you ever see me walking down the side of the road Do you ever stop and wonder why Would you think it's lost that I paid the cost Stop and give a poor boy a ride And forget my past 'Cause if I ever get home, I'm...

For what it's worth A nickels just a nickel son Your pleasure becomes your pain It's gonna hurt Your out on the road Your just an old horse walking alone Shaken off the miles been rode Pardon me Through the valley of...

An empty sack of dust Or just a box of bones Call me what you will, son My name's Travelin' Jones And I search for the fire Stumbled upon with a precious desire Travelin' Jones Have you seen the miles Have you smelled...

An empty sack of dust or just a box of bones Well, call me what you will, son My name's Travelin' Jones And I search for the fire Stumbled upon with a precious desire Travelin' Jones, well, have you seen the miles?...

When I was young my daddy said, Son Never be ashamed of where your from There's nothin wrong with your last name Don't be lookin for people to blame Cause hard times they come and they go Most of the time they're in...

Hey hey, what can you say You might head out to California Think you got you something to say Who knows, who cares anyway Oh no, don't make a stand You might piss off the government man He might put a pistol in your...

i dont know baby where we stand wheres the future that we planned..so long ago baby i dont know and i dont know if your my friend or a long lost lover coming back again.. where did ya go i dont know *chorus* think by...

Whoa, sittin' at a truck stop With my cowboy boots and my guitar Now I'm livin' on a tip box And it was made for cigars Long way from Georgia Long way from Georgia Oh, I'm out on the highway Well, I have no regrets...

I've been payin' them here roadhouse dues Since I was a young boy Driftin' and a-ramblin' with my old man searchin' 'Round for that West Texas oil Well, ain't nobody know Where I'm gonna go Well, ain't nobody know, no,...