Текст песни Townes Van Zandt - St John the gambler
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by Townes Van Zandt
When she had twenty years she turned to her mother
saying Mother, I know that you`ll grieve
but I`ve given my soul to St John the gambler
tomorrow comes time leave
for the hills cannot hold back my sorrow forever
and dead men lay deep `round the door
the only salvation thats mine for the asking
so mother, think on me no more
Winter held high round the mountains breast
and the cold of a thousand snows
lay heaped upon the forests leaf
but she dressed in calico
for a gambler likes his women fancy
fancy she would be
and the fire of her longing would keep way the cold
and her dress was a sight to see
But the road was long beneath the feet
she followed her frozen breath
in search of a certain St John the gambler
stumbling to her death
she heard his laughter right down from the mountains
and danced with her mothers tears
to a funeral drawn a calico
`neath the cross of twenty years
To a funeral drawn a calico
`neath the cross of twenty years