Текст песни Sonny James - Three Days Out Of Omaha
Sonny James - Three Days Out Of Omaha слова песни
I rode all the way from California right bewteen my ma and paWhen the rifles started firing we were three days out of OmahaThree days out of OmahaI was raised by an Indian warrior way out on some Kansas plainI guess that`s why they call me red skin cause no one ever knew my nameNo one ever knew my nameWhen I die don`t you weep for me for I`ve been in trouble with the lawAnd if you`re lookin` for a place to bury me take me three days out of OmahaPeople often stop and wonder they ask me bout my ma and paThe only thing I know to tell them they`re somewhere three days out of OmahaThree days out of Omaha[ banjo ]When I die don`t you weep for me...