Текст песни Squeeze - Wagon Train
Squeeze - Wagon Train слова песни
(difford/tilbrook)Theres smoke in the hillsAnd prints on the pathThe moon dangles down on the hyenas laughAnd there are riders with guns by their sidesThe wagon trains full of women and hidesThe men drink and smoke to help pass the timeMen have their thoughts and plans to decideAnd the dust brings the thirst to the mouths open wideThe wagon train leaves the hillsAs the gold hits the feverThe wagon train tips the scalesWagon train you can keep herTheres gold in them hillsIts treasure to claimA ghost in the hillside calls out my nameIn the wind a roar as the tumbleweed tumblesThe rocks cast a shadow where the horses have stumbledAnd we light up a flame as the sky above rumblesLike the bellies that feast on a meal that is humbleAnd the rain slashing down as I shave off my stubbleTheres arrows that flyAs guns start to shootTheres mud in your eye and stones in your bootWith wagons on fire and women left screamingSome left for dead and others left bleedingTheres nothing left now and nothing worth keepingThe treasure was trapped and sprung when in sleepingNot even the wind from the rocks is left breathing