Текст песни Terry Allen - Flatland Boogie
Terry Allen - Flatland Boogie слова песни
Hey Up on the CaprockMe and my baby rideGoin a hundred miles an hourCause this old Ford can still flyGot Four Roses in a sackAn we ainжЉ° lookinback tonightSome top 40 ShortyжЉЇSingin on the radioAn thereжЉЇ cotton fields foreverOn both sides of the roadItжЉЇ till the Flatland BoogieBut where did the Wolfman goOld photographs turn yellowTimes they come and goBut we can still do the boogieFrom the High Plains to MexicoSome old Angel from AmarilloMust be helpin us to hold it on the roadMoonlightжЉЇ a fallinLook at that caliche glowAn old coyoteжЉЇ a howlinDoesnжЉ° know heжЉЇ too oldHeadlights a shininOn all we ever need to knowCross the Llano EstacadoBabyжЉЇ till by my sideAinжЉ° no reason to stopAn there ainжЉ° no place to hideYou want to Flatland BoogieBetter flat out come and rideRepeat chorus