Текст песни Lyle Lovett - Farther Down The Line
Lyle Lovett - Farther Down The Line слова песни
Lets have a hand for that young cowboyAnd wish him better luck next timeAnd hope we see him up in fargoOr somewhere farther down the lineThis time he sure drew a bad oneOne that nobody could rideBut by the way he pulled his hat onYou knew hed be there for the fightAnd its the classic contradictionThe unavoidable afflictionWell it dont take much to predict sonThe way it always goesOne day shell say she loves youAnd the next shell be tired of youAnd pushll always come to shove youOn that midnight rodeoHe almost made it to the buzzerSomehow he gave up in the endHe put one hand around the otherAnd let that pickup man on inAnd it was his last chance to ride itAnd now hell have to move alongBut he knows back in his mind thatHe wont be away for longAnd its the classic contradictionIts the unavoidable afflictionIt dont take much to predict sonThe way it always goesBecause one day shell say she loves youAnd the next shell be tired of youAnd pushll always come to shove youOn that midnight rodeoSo lets have a hand for that young cowboyAnd wish him better luck next timeAnd hope we see him up in fargoOr somewhere farther down the line