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Текст (слова) песни: John Hiatt - Buffalo River Home



Ive been taking off and landing but this airports closed

And how much thicker this fog is gonna get God only knows

Just when you think that youve got a grip

Reality sneaks off it gives you the slip

As if you ever knew what it was taking you down the line

Chorus:

Tearing through the cottonfields and bus shelters

Of the south running helter skelter

Down through the mississippi delta

With no place to call your own

Mixing up drinks with mixed feelings

All along the paint was peeling

Down to an indian blanket on a pony

With no rider in the flesh and bone

Looking for his buffalo river home

Ive been circling the wagons down at times square

Trying to fill up this hole in my soul but nothing fits there

Hust when you think you can let it rip

Youre pounding the pavement in your daddys wingtips

As if you had some place better to go

Or a better way to get there

Chorus

Now theres only two things in life but I forget what they are

It seems were either hanging on a moonbeams coat tails

Or wishing on stars

Just when you think that youve been gyped

The bearded lady comes and does a double back flip

And you run off and join the circus

Yeah, you just let that pony ride

 

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