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Arkansas Dave

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 16.07.2012

He rode up on a winter day
Steam risin’ off a streak face bay
Said you probably know my name
If you don’t it’s Arkansas Dave

He talked of fifteen years ago
And how he got the bay he rode
He said he killed a man in Ohio
First man he killed first horse he stole

It was a long road for Arkansas Dave
He shot and left him where he laid
He said he’d never forget that winter day
He rode off on a streak faced bay

I stood up and I shook his hand
Told no one that I knew this man
Started makin’ up a plan
Bout how I’d deal him his last hand
Didn’t take him long to come unwound
He jumped up and gunned two men down
Ran outside to leave the town
But ole’ bay was nowhere to be found

I head out with my forty four
And when he walked back through the door
I shot till I could shoot no more
And Dave Rudabough fell to the floor

It was the end of the road for Arkansas Dave
I shot and left him where he laid
I’ll never forget that winter day
I rode off on a streak faced bay
No I’ll never forget that winter day
When I rode home on Daddy’s streak face bay


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