Текст песни The Band - Tombstone
The Band - Tombstone слова песни
ItжЉЇ impatience thatжЉЇ holding back the clocksItжЉЇ a life of dates and documentsThe soul searchers wheel and dealIf youжЉ®e looking for repentanceTheyжЉЈl hand you down a sentenceFar away in Pittsburg or ParisLoveжЉЇ for sale and so reasonably pricedThe answers are few and far betweenIt just bed sheets, my friendTheyжЉ®e blowin?in the windChorusTombstone, Tombstone I know your faceOne day IжЉЈl meet you down at that special placeThe hard-earned wisdom of the night is all for hireAnd I canжЉ° tell a shooting star from a bird on fireTombstone, TombstoneTombstone, TombstoneThereжЉЇ a pump organ that lives on airI can hear it from the market placePallid mourners in the crowdSome are withered but aliveWhere a burnin?past can findThe parishioners pour into the squareThinking there before his grace go IBy they are mum with deafened earsThe neediest of sinnersWill forget it before dinnerChorusTombstone, TombstoneI know your faceOne day IжЉЈl meet you down at that special placeThe hard-earned wisdom of the night is all for hireAnd I canжЉ° tell a shooting star from a bird on fireTombstone, TombstoneTombstone, TombstoneAre you the jailer or will you set me freeHow many misdemeanors can one felonyTombstoneChorusTombstone, TombstoneI know your faceOne day IжЉЈl meet you down at that special placeThe hard-earned wisdom of the night is all for hireAnd I canжЉ° tell a shooting star from a bird on fireTombstone, TombstoneTombstone, TombstoneTombstone, Tombstone