One day I walked the road. And crossed a field to go. By where the hounds ran hard.. And on the master raced,. Behind the hunters chased. To where the path was barred..
Our Father high in heaven, smile down upon your son. Who is busy with his money games - his women and his gun. Oh Jesus save me. . And the unsung western hero, he killed an Indian or three.
Hey little buddies. Soft and silky night walkers. Dangerous species. Tiptoe menace, long grass stalkers. . On my bed. No butter melting in your jaws. Bonding monster.
I walked out in the city night,. a burning in my eyes,. like it was broad daylight.. and it was hot,. down there in the crowd.. the stars went out. behind a thunder cloud..
Iron-clad feather-feet pounding the dust,. An October's day, towards evening,. Sweat embossed veins standing proud to the plough,. Salt on a deep chest seasoning..
Iron-clad, feather-feet pounding the dust. On October? s day, towards evening. Sweat embossed veins standing proud to the plough. Salt on a deep chest, seasoning.
Hard liner, she brings ice when I bring fire.. She's a hard liner.. Tightrope cross Niagara. She'd cut the wire. Never feel a thing.. Walked the sidewalk of another strange avenue..