Текст песни Stan Ridgway - Call of The West
Stan Ridgway - Call of The West слова песни
He got the high sign so he jumped a busAlong the roads that wind on throughThe hot mojave and the jerichoHed start his whole life anewAnd what he left behind he hadnt valuedHalf as much as some thingsHe never knewRight around sundown...He got dropped off on a street in townWhere a grey old man looked him up and down and said"son, this aint no western movie matineeYoure a long way off from yippie-yi-yaycause I can tell at a glance youre not from round these partsYouve got a green look aboutchaccthats a gringo for startsSometimes the only thing a western savage understandsAre whiskey and rifles and an unarmed manLike you""so you gotta keep on the move!Dont let that fancy paint job fool you!"Then the old timer pulled him close and saidYouve got a long way, I knowYouve got a longer drive aheadThrough the bones of the buffaloThrough the claims of the western dead, andccJust like the spokes of a wheelYoull spin round with the restYoull hear the drums and the brush of steelYoull hear the call of the west, call of the westYoull hear the call of the west, call of the westSpokenHarshly awakened by the sound of six rounds of light-caliber rifle fireFollowed minutes later by the booming of nine rounds from a heavier rifleBut you cant close off the wildernessHe heard the snick of a rifle boltAnd found himself peering down the muzzleOf a weapon held by a drunken liquor store owner"theres a conflict," he said, "theres a conflictBetween land and peopleThe people have to goTheyve come all the way out here to make mining claimsTo do automobile body workTo gambleTake picturesTo not have to do laundryTo own a mini-bikeHave their own cb radios and air conditioningGood plumbing for sureAnd to sell time/life books and to work in a deliTo have a little chili every morningAnd maybe... maybe to own their own gas stations againAnd take drugsHave some crazy sexBut above all, above all, to have a fair shakeTo get a piece of the rock and a slice of the pieAnd spit out of the window of your car and not have the wind blow it back in your face"Now, from the high timberline to the deserts dryWholl risk dangling on some hangmans treeTo stake their claims on these prarie plainsWhile they say this lunch is not had for free? Just like the spokes of a wheelWholl spin round with the restTheyll hear the drums and the brush of steelAnd Ill hear the call of the west, call of the west(yippie-yi-yo, yippie-yi-yo-ki-yay, yippie-yi-yo-ohh-ohh)Ill hear the call of the west, call of the west(yippie-yi-yo, yippie-yi-yo-ki-yay, yippie-yi-yo-ohh-ohh)Ill hear the call of the west, call of the west(yippie-yi-yo, yippie-yi-yo-ki-yay, yippie-yi-yo-ohh-ohh)Ill hear the call of the west, call of the west(yippie-yi-yo, yippie-yi-yo-ki-yay, yippie-yi-yo-ohh-ohh)Spoken/shouted:I used to be somebody!I used to be somebody, do you hear me? Do you hear me? Ive been there!I used to be somebody, God damn you!Ive been there before!Dont walk away!Well, youccyou wanted unleaded? Unleadedccthats next pump over, so keep on movin, okay? No, its out of order.