I want to be an honest man I'll be your slave, just understand How much I need you And if I died, we'll be together, side by side With you, I know I can
Die Sonne versinkt und Feuer sind entfacht. Die Trommel erklingt und spielt die ganze Nacht. Wir tanzen um das Feuer im Krug ist roter Wein und es klingen
The old gunfighter on the porch stared into the sun Relived the days of living by the gun When deadly games of pride were played Living was mistakes not
Here comes Martha runnin' down the pier Looks like Captain Flint is here You get the bow and I get the stern Lord would you look at that Laverne Old Flint
her this time Hill country honky-tonkin' Rita Ballou Every beer joint in town has played a fool for you Backslidin' barrel ridin' Rita Ballou Ain't
I was by myself drinkin' chilled lonely wine Then he walked in with some woman Who's place was once mine And she wore his ring on her finger And the band
Go and get the gun 'Cause it's only getting worse Go and fill it up With silver bullets 'Cause I can't see the sun But I know it's gone away And I can
Du läufst durch dunkle Straßen kannst nichts sehen Spürst Du Die Gefahr bleib jetzt bloß nicht stehn Hörst Du das Geflü
Die Woche ist vorbei, man macht sich fein putzt seine schwarzen Doc's, schlüpft in die Sta Press rein kurzer Blick in Spielgel, alles ist perfekt
I got a bad boy reputation And I earned it on my own But even bad boys are good for something And there's no harm in a little fun Why don't you wanna
Trust was never meant for me Stuck on sights that can't be seen I play on what the world believes The easy way I turn to lean And maybe chance,
I was by myself drinkin' Chilled lonely wine Then he walked in with some woman Who's place was once mine And she wore his ring on her finger And the band
Si muove la palla salta, rimbalza, oscilla, saltella, cade, si rialza scivola, ondeggia, s?immerge, galleggia si gonfia, si dilata, si schiaccia, si comprime
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
this time Chorus Hill country honky-tonkin Rita Ballou Every beer joint in town has played a fool for you Backslidin' barrel ridin' Rita Ballou
Here comes Martha runnin' down the pier looks like Captain Flint is here You get the bow and I get the stern Lord would you look at that Laverne Old Flint
I can't find the gun It's only getting worse So I get loaded up On silver bullets And I can't see the sun I know it's gone away I can't be the one If