Michael Martin Murphey все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

When the train pulled into the station
He rolled up his sleeves, he rosined up his bow
He fiddled upside down, Orange Blossom Special,
If you want to make a living, you've got to put on a good show

When he smelled the smoke and the cinders
Slicked his hair back, opened up his case
Played Cherokee Fiddle, played for the whiskey

Burial grounds and merry-go-rounds
Are all the same to me
Horses on posts and kids and ghosts
Are spirits we ought to set free
Them city slicker pickers got a lot of
Slicker licks than you and me
But riding the range and acting strange
Is where I want to be at

There's a great American hero, we all look up to
When the times are hard and the chips are down,
he knows just what to do
Now a cowboy's got a set of rules that he lives by day to day
If you ask for his advice, he'll more than likely say
If it's a fence, mend it. If it's a dollar bill, spend it
Before if burns a hole down in them jeans
It it's a load, truck it. If it's a punch, duck it.

Way out in West Texas, where the Clear Fork waters flow
Where the cattle are a-browzin' an' them Spanish ponies grow;
Where the Northers come a-whistlin' and the old dust devils roll;
And the prairie dogs are sneezin' an' freezin' from the cold
Where the lonesome, tawny prairies melt into the airy streams,
And the Double Mountains slumber in the heavenly kind of dreams;
Where the antelope are grazin' an' the lonesome plovers call –
It was there that I attended The Cowboy Christmas Ball

Man only sees what he wants to see
I saw you loving me
No ties to unwind, no promises to bind
When the dawn set us free

One night of moonlight and roses
Was all that I saw in you
Man only sees what he wants to see

She comes down from Yellow Mountain
On a dark, flat land she rides
On a pony she named Wildfire
With a whirlwind by her side
On a cold Nebraska night

Oh, they say she died one winter
When there came a killing frost