Текст песни John Hiatt - Buffalo River Home
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Ive been taking off and landing but this airports closedAnd how much thicker this fog is gonna get God only knowsJust when you think that youve got a gripReality sneaks off it gives you the slipAs if you ever knew what it was taking you down the lineChorus:Tearing through the cottonfields and bus sheltersOf the south running helter skelterDown through the mississippi deltaWith no place to call your ownMixing up drinks with mixed feelingsAll along the paint was peelingDown to an indian blanket on a ponyWith no rider in the flesh and boneLooking for his buffalo river homeIve been circling the wagons down at times squareTrying to fill up this hole in my soul but nothing fits thereHust when you think you can let it ripYoure pounding the pavement in your daddys wingtipsAs if you had some place better to goOr a better way to get thereChorusNow theres only two things in life but I forget what they areIt seems were either hanging on a moonbeams coat tailsOr wishing on starsJust when you think that youve been gypedThe bearded lady comes and does a double back flipAnd you run off and join the circusYeah, you just let that pony ride