Текст песни Townes Van Zandt - St John The Gambler
Townes Van Zandt - St John The Gambler слова песни
By townes van zandtWhen she had twenty years she turned to her motherSaying mother, I know that youll grieveBut Ive given my soul to st john the gamblerTomorrow comes time leaveFor the hills cannot hold back my sorrow foreverAnd dead men lay deep round the doorThe only salvation thats mine for the askingSo mother, think on me no moreWinter held high round the mountains breastAnd the cold of a thousand snowsLay heaped upon the forests leafBut she dressed in calicoFor a gambler likes his women fancyFancy she would beAnd the fire of her longing would keep way the coldAnd her dress was a sight to seeBut the road was long beneath the feetShe followed her frozen breathIn search of a certain st john the gamblerStumbling to her deathShe heard his laughter right down from the mountainsAnd danced with her mothers tearsTo a funeral drawn a caliconeath the cross of twenty yearsTo a funeral drawn a caliconeath the cross of twenty years