Текст песни Steve Forbert - Born Too Late
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Saddle up that old grey mare for meI wanna ride until these eyes of mine can`t seeI never really feel like looking very much anymoreAnd nothing really matters till it`s closer than the house next door...People talk a lot, but they can never find the heart and the soulTo put a lot of time into more than just a search for goldThe river`s flowing dirty and it`s moving down to Pass ChristianThere used to be a time when it`s water was a healing hand...CHORUSBorn too late and everything you know is gone, goneBorn too late and everything you know is wrongI`ve got a wife in Cleveland and she hates my gutsAnd everything about her`s a reflection of what drove me nutsI stopped to buy a beer inside the trading post and lost my keysthat somber wooden indian by the door began to laugh at me...CHORUSMy silver Catalina`s busy rusting in the cool night airhe`s only got a few more miles beneath his hood out thereI stood a while beside him and I thought about his thirst for oilI thought about his greed for speed and how we`ve all got spoiledCHORUS/CHORUS