Текст песни cowboy junkies - Pale Sun

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Fifty miles from dakota territoryCheyenne scalp hangs from his beltFound him alone washing in the bighornA steady aim and he bagged his gamePale sun falls without contestHere is obedient darknessHe will not returnWhite cadillac, white man at the wheel,White faces on the mountain,Wounds that will never healBlack clouds overhead, old man saysLooks like rainThieves road winds to the black hills signSays south dakota, u.s.a.Grass plains stretch to the horizon,Not a soul can be found on themThey will not returnOld rusted pickup and a mad dog in the yard,Purple paint peels but fails to revealThe bitterness that grows insideCloud of dust in the distance,Strange knock beneath my hoodIs it better to have words left unsaidThan to have words misunderstood? Pale sun falls without contestHere is obedient darknessIt will returnI know it will returnIt will return

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