Текст песни Tori Amos - Alamo
Tori Amos - Alamo слова песни
AlamoHeard all about your fandangoBanged on my kneesOn your bay doorOnly to wake youTo blues on the wayBlues on the wayBlues on the wayEmbarcadereFigures you`ll see me as olderTwenty-three hours till the borderDon`t think I`ll be goingAs fast as I cameFast as I cameFast as I cameTears on my pillowOf course they`re not mineAlter that altarMake it a playSomebody invent the telephone lineI`ll take my chancesAlamoWish I could do what God doesHeard that the stars were in orderGod you served out a handWith two queen of spadesAnd blues on the wayBlues on the wayTears on my pillowOf course they`re not mineAlter that altarMake it a playSomebody justSomebody invent the telephone lineI`ll take my chances