O'Keefe
Spoken: Pasan caballos negros y gente siniestra
Por los hondos caminos de la guitarra (de este guitarra)
(Dark horse and sinister men pa** through the rutted roads of the guitar, of this guitar)
The train inside my head still finds the tracks
The shadows still recoil but somehow I can relax
I've put away my guns I don't shoot nothin' anymore
And though I sometimes sit and stare I've even'd up the score
The Sunshine Man sells Sundays but he gives away the rest
Says he's trying to make a film on how we lost the West
The piano player laughs although I know inside he's said
His words are hard to get but they say that he's been had
Spoken: Pasan caballos negros y gente siniestra
Por los hondos caminos de la guitarra (de este guitarra)
(Dark horse and sinister men pa** through the rutted roads of the guitar, of this guitar)
The train inside my head still finds the tracks
The shadows still recoil but somehow I can relax
I've put away my guns I don't shoot nothin' anymore
And though I sometimes sit and stare I've even'd up the score
The Sunshine Man sells Sundays but he gives away the rest
Says he's trying to make a film on how we lost the West
The piano player laughs although I know inside he's said
His words are hard to get but they say that he's been had
They say that Time will k** you if the Man don't bring you down
Just a whimper and a bang though you never hear the sound
The mountain fades away, the morning sunlight calls
The Horsemen drive the day as the silent k**er falls