Текст песни Big Green Country

flew the lone grey rider

Leather bag

pounding on his back

Above the clouds the moon

was climbing higher

A pack of wolves wanted

their money back

With folded arms

the chief stood watching

Painted braves

slipped down the hill

In his ears

the spirit talking

As they closed in

For an easy kill

At the house

the door was wide open

Wind blew

curtains off the rod

She was waiting and hoping

She was praying to her god

He was luckier than most men

He was barely in his prime
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As she stood there

in the doorway

Her long dress flowing

Would he make it this time

[solo]

Over the hill

in the big green country

That's the place where

the cancer cowboy rides

Pure as the driven snow

before it got him

Sometimes I feel like

he's all right

Sometimes I feel

like a piece of paper

Sometimes I feel

like my own name

Sometimes I feel

different later

Sometimes I feel

I feel just the same

[solo]

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