Текст песни Band, The - Rattlebone
Band, The - Rattlebone слова песни
Pay no mind to his messed up hairPay no mind to the clothes he wearsIt`s just the hours he`s been keepin`Ain`t been doing too much sleepingThey dyed his hair and hid his feathersAnd told him he was Latin`Til he came chanting down the streetLike a cannibal in ManhattanCHORUS:RattleboneRattleboneShake it for the war chiefAll night longRattleboneRattleboneSweet medicineTo each his ownOne sky aboveOne earth belowOne sky above usOne earth belowCHORUSHere`s where we go off the mapOut past the power linesUp that little side road without a signHidden from the mainstreamThe keepers of the ancient futureKeepers of the drumThey don`t preserve itThey live itRattleboneRattleboneShake it for the war chiefAll night longRattleboneRattleboneGet down on your kneesAnd praise the dawnCHORUS