Tulkojums: Trīs Dog Night. Kovbojs.
Cold gray buildings where a hill should be. Steel and concrete closing in on me. City faces haunt the places i roam alone. Cowboy, cowboy, can't run
's between you and I I'm truly high, red-eyed for the red-eye flight Five hours, eight drinks, I rode all night, shit Everyday, every night's a saloon
behind me and turned on those flashing lights A sign that I knew meant 'Pull Over' So I stomped on my brakes and as I skidded to a halt I wiped out three
jeans Got up to play guitar and sing In some join in Mission Beach last night At the door sat Tom Waits In a pork pie hat and silver skates Jugglin' three
s between you and i I'm truly high, red-eyed for the red-eye flight Five hours, eight drinks, I rode all night, shit Everyday, every night's a saloon
love what I do, love where I'm at The stage, my band and my old black hat My big wool blanket Sleepin' in my cowboy boots I love my old bird dog, I
Got up to play guitar and sing In some join in Mission Beach last night At the door sat Tom Waits In a pork pie hat and silver skates Jugglin' three
s between you and I I'm truly high, red-eyed for the red-eye flight Five hours, eight drinks, I rode all night, shit Everyday, every night's a saloon
