Текст песни molly hatchet - Edge of Sundown
molly hatchet - Edge of Sundown слова песни
On the edge of sundown, a man rode into townHis clothes were old and dirty like the guns he wore low downAnd as he rode the people stared, tried to look on himHes the man wholl take your life, take your life to boothillSleeps by day and rides by nightLike a mongrel always lookin for a fightGot cold steel a bowie knife, just his way of lifeHe took no one, no not a sound, stares at the edge of townOnly time that hell be found, is on the edge of sundownTake you for your dollars babe, take you for your goldMake your life so miserable, hes gonna leave you mean and coldAnd then hell head on out, to another townThe only time when hell be found, is on the edge of sundownNext time hell be sundown.Hes a killer and a robber and hell make you grieveShoot you in the back or in your sleepGot no name or identityLivin in the wind, hes free---