Tombstone — The Band: текст песни

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

Are you the jailer or will you set me free How many misdemeanors can one felony Tombstone