Текст песни NEIL YOUNG - Big Green Country
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Текст песни NEIL YOUNG - Big Green Country
Across the plainflew the lone grey riderLeather bagpounding on his backAbove the clouds the moonwas climbing higherA pack of wolves wanted( )their money backWith folded armsthe chief stood watchingPainted bravesslipped down the hillIn his earsthe spirit talkingAs they closed inFor an easy killAt the housethe door was wide openWind blewcurtains off the rodShe was waiting and hopingShe was praying to her godHe was luckier than most menHe was barely in his primeAs she stood therein the doorwayHer long dress flowingWould he make it this time[solo]Over the hillin the big green countryThat's the place wherethe cancer cowboy ridesPure as the driven snowbefore it got himSometimes I feel likehe's all rightSometimes I feellike a piece of paperSometimes I feellike my own nameSometimes I feeldifferent laterSometimes I feelI feel just the same[solo]