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Vagabond Blues

 

Vagabond Blues

(альбом: Blow Up The Moon - 2015)


I'm just chasing the wind whispering Willie Nelson
Thirteen knots if I'm caughts where I'm resting
A dead man's hand and I got all my chips in
Ace high, 8 low, thunder in the distance
My trail leads west, desperado on a mission
Vagabond blues when I hear the train whistling
No rest for the wicked, I'll sleep when I'm buried
No name on my tombstone, call me Huckleberry
Yeah

Out there Jared's got a whiskey
I hope that no one'll miss me
When I'm gone, when I'm gone
I couldn't tell ya 'bout the right or wrong

Out there Jared's got a whiskey
I hope that no one'll miss me
When I'm gone, when I'm gone
I couldn't tell ya 'bout the right or wrong

I keep moving on like vagabond, but leave the fire on
Illuminate the light at night so I can find my way back home
You never know what's told, we might be old or all be dead at dawn
The Devil knows I'm sold, he's sitting shotgun, ride along
Rabid dog fight, foaming, rabid dog bite
All these words are muddy water like I'm fishing with some dynamite
Dead to rights, pistol sights, pine box filled at night
They just might close it tight, man, it will be our night, yeah

My bones grown damn brittle
Every line in my face is a riddle
When I'm gone, when I'm gone
I couldn't tell ya 'bout the right or wrong

My bones grown damn brittle
Every line in my face is a riddle
When I'm gone, when I'm gone
I couldn't tell ya 'bout the right or wrong

Met a girl who needed help
Felt that I could share the wealth
Picked her up, talked a bit
Laughed about our pain within
She was Ruby and I was I
And while she glistened, I'd just lie
Every word that she said
Echoed like drums in my head
Years have passed and I grew old
And traveled 'round in search for her
She took my heart, and took my gold
Another vagabond love story told

High road, never been a preacher
Fool's gold, always been a-teaching
When I'm gone, when I'm gone
I couldn't tell ya 'bout the right or wrong

Well, I'm dying looking at the pictures
All my lies never gonna fix her
When I'm gone, when I'm gone
I couldn't tell ya 'bout the right or wrong

I couldn't tell ya 'bout the right or wrong
I couldn't tell ya 'bout the right or wrong
I couldn't tell ya 'bout the right or wrong

When I'm gone, when I'm gone
I couldn't tell ya 'bout the right or wrong
When I'm gone, when I'm gone
I couldn't tell ya 'bout the right or wrong
When I'm gone, gone

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