Текст песни Beck - Fourteen Rivers Fourteen Floods

Fourteen Rivers Fourteen Floods Bend your body To the heavens above Don't get drunk Don't get dry Just bring your money Next Saturday night Fourteen miles on the trail With a half dead mule And nothing on my mind All my life

I've been talking' fast Taking all the things That I should have let pass Put my hat On my coffin nail Put another brick In the fire place Well, I don't know About you or me But someone got loose Back in town
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