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|  | Текст (слова) песни: Gourds -  LowlandsI saddled me a wounded priest Rode him wet through this August heat
 I took me a German bride
 all empty and bloody inside
 
 in the dark I heard a thief
 he stole my money and my grief
 in the morning I wanted to die
 the doctor cut me the lawyer lied
 
 stop yer waiting and just go
 don`t be saying what you don`t know
 for the lowlands I am bound
 where my pale bride will be found
 
     
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