Get off your high horse Lady, I don't need a ride tonight Get off your high horse lady, I don't need a ride tonight Lay down I hear your soul song singing
You're too far to bring you across Too high to see below Just hanging on your daily dose And you never needed anyone But they're rolling papers for
теперь мой дом Там горит в окошке свет Не вернуться мне туда Хоть и знаю – ждут меня Я останусь здесь лежать Отпустив в луга коня. Ты не жди меня
Искры под копытами коня Am Перестук копыт по мостовой Dm7 Вороной, не подведи меня Fm Плащ как крылья бьётся за спиной E7 Ветер ледяной свистит в ушах
THE PALE HORSE AND HIS RIDER Writers John Bailes, Ervin Staggs Listen poor sinner; you're driftin' away From the Dear Saviour; who's pleading today
You can take a horse to the water but you can't make him drink Oh no, oh no, oh no A friend of mine in so much misery Some people sail through life,but
Listen poor sinner you're drifting away From the dear Saviour who's pleading today What will you do when the Saviour comes nigh When the pale horse and
Ride a Cock-horse to Banbury Cross, To see a fine lady up on a white horse, Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes, She shall have music wherever
In the early dawn a stallion white Prances the hills in the morning light His bridle is painted with thunder and gold Orchids and dragons, pale knights
When wooden horses were in use I would have built one And left it for you But I wanted to know I just wanted to know How much are you? How much are you
Just like an old man in a candy store, the riots across the street The cold greets the newborn, the neighbors that never meet No one's making plans here
At the end of the track is a two bit shack When you die, that's where you go Down the lines, up from this pit at the end of your rainbow That's one too
The papers read that the king is dead The people said, what we need instead is to be on our own But people, they do the strangest things You never know
I got something special to show you But I suppose, you've seen it all before There's one thing I'm trying to tell you But then again, you've heard it
When aid turned sideways And head on down the highway Say, "This is my way" Disappearing forever But there ain't just one way So you choose the fun way
Keep a watch out behind you from that which can blind you And die like a dream in a jar Forewarned if hindsight is all that makes you right You're running
Easy Street, on Easy Street On Easy Street, on Easy Street Did you hear the one about the friend of a friend Who tried to end it all? At the last moment
Well they packed up their violin cases [Incomprehensible] Hopped in a big black Studebaker, they were acting pretty scary No one talked as they synchronized
