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Текст (слова) песни: cowboy junkies - Townes Blues
Youre clean as a widow womans washboard, son,
Stick it in the wind
Put the mountains to your back
The great plains on your grille
Time to take a little spin
Boulder looks like the type of town
That I could spend some time,
But in houston they got our name in lights
Youre clean as a widow womans washboard, son,
The slab is yours tonight
Townes is in the back lounge
With his hands in his pocket
Pulls out two dice and says, lets get at it
Salina in the headlights, snake eyes on the floor,
Al drops another twenty, pete heads for the door,
Springers feeling lucky, sits down for a spell,
Oklahoma city and hes lost his last bill
Jeff is in a bind waiting on sister hicks
Seven comes a-calling
As we cross on into texas
Townes is in the back lounge
With a fist full of fives
He says, its a little bit long
But Im enjoying this ride
Be careful with the dice
When youre surrounded by others
With boxcars in their eyes
Never count your winnings at hour 23
Of a 24-hour drive
Remember that youre not the one
Calling the tune
Thats making those diamonds dance
Or youll be clean as
A widow womans washboard, son,
And those are the facts
Townes is in the back lounge cursing at them bones
He says, aint this fool ever heard of raton
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