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    Ray Wylie Hubbard Dust Of The Chase текст песни

    Dust Of The Chase

    I come down from Oklahoma with a pistol in my boot

    A pair of dice, a deck of cards and a bible in my suit

    I come her as the cause of tears, I am a crying shame

    Seven stud or eternal blood, just looking for a game

    I double crossed the State of Texas and they give me a little time

    I taught myself to doublecut the cards and hold scriptures in my mind

    I learned to love the tumblin dice and to believe the word

    Tombstones or rolling bones, beats anything I ever heard.

    Patience is a virtue that I don’t possess

    And I can’t deny that heavan lies beneath a cotton dress

    How small a part of time we share ’till we hear the sound of wings

    I’m lost in the dust of the chase that my life brings.

    I have walked through God’s green pastures and seen the rich blue skies

    I have seen the fall of man and the kingdom hidden from his eyes

    I have heard the roar of thunder and felt the lightening bolt

    And when I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I take along

    Samuel Colt

    Every night I kiss the cards and hold them to my breast

    And when I see the king of hearts I know that I am blessed

    And though my eyes are blind sometimes, I know there’s something there

    And when the times at hand and I kill a man, I say a little prayer.

    I come down from Oklahoma with a pistol in my boot

    A pair of dice, a deck of cards and a bible in my suit

    How small a part of time we share ’till we hear the sound of wings

    I’m lost in the dust of the chase that my life brings.

    How small a part of time we share ’till we hear the sound of wings

    Lost in the dust of the chase that my life brings.


    Другие песни Ray Wylie Hubbard:

    Snake Farm

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