Текст песни Bruce Springsteen - Evacuation Of The West (a.k.a. No More Kings in Texas)
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Текст песни Bruce Springsteen - Evacuation Of The West (a.k.a. No More Kings in Texas)
Was on the day the cowboys were band from the rangeMetal touched the world as a masterThey rode their ponies down into cities of goldTo leave them forever afterNow the sun was swollen red and oldThe earth it was windy, dark and coldWhere the highway ends the desert takes it toll( )So dusty, red and angryIt was a time when men died out on the prairieFrom not having a decent friendAt night the ghost to the mode of ridersWas a howlin' canyon windsYou can hear em' cryin'Good God, I think they're dyin'When them rangers down in DallasHad all but all given' it up and leftAnd those that hung on hopin'Was trying their best to, to forgetThe way those outlaws and desperadosRight from the cheapest to the bestRode in on ponies made of skin and bonesGave up their rusty guns and went back homeAnd the governor was sent down from population controlAnd Marshall law was passedRiverboat gamblers put their money on faithFor the time for hope had passedIn the cold blue light of the desert nightThere was a thousand starry shipsAnd men came down from still I don't know whereWith death on their fingertipsNow there's no more kings in TexasI swear they rounded up each and every oneAnd old Atlanta CanastogaReached from the Rocky Mountains into the old dead sunNow Anna Maria walks the plains aloneThe last of a struggling peopleShe thinks of all those outlaws who wanted to reach for the skiesAnd got stuck up on the steepleOh, you can hear them cryin'Good god, I think they're dying'In the wind lord, you can hear em' sigh