Текст, перевод и аккорды “Tombstone”
- ItжЉЇ impatience thatжЉЇ holding back the clocks ItжЉЇ a life of dates and documents The soul searchers wheel and deal If youжЉ®e looking for repentance TheyжЉЈl hand you down a sentence Far away in Pittsburg or Paris LoveжЉЇ for sale and so reasonably priced The answers are few and far between It just bed sheets, my friend TheyжЉ®e blowin?in the wind Chorus Tombstone, Tombstone I know your face One day IжЉЈl meet you down at that special place The hard-earned wisdom of the night is all for hire And I canжЉ° tell a shooting star from a bird on fire Tombstone, Tombstone Tombstone, Tombstone ThereжЉЇ a pump organ that lives on air I can hear it from the market place Pallid mourners in the crowd Some are withered but alive Where a burnin?past can find The parishioners pour into the square Thinking there before his grace go I By they are mum with deafened ears The neediest of sinners Will forget it before dinner Chorus Tombstone, Tombstone I know your face One day IжЉЈl meet you down at that special place The hard-earned wisdom of the night is all for hire And I canжЉ° tell a shooting star from a bird on fire Tombstone, Tombstone Tombstone, Tombstone Are you the jailer or will you set me free How many misdemeanors can one felony Tombstone Chorus Tombstone, Tombstone I know your face One day IжЉЈl meet you down at that special place The hard-earned wisdom of the night is all for hire And I canжЉ° tell a shooting star from a bird on fire Tombstone, Tombstone Tombstone, Tombstone Tombstone, Tombstone
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