Текст (слова) песни: Neil Young - Sixty to Zero

All the champs and the heroes

They got a price to pay

They go from sixty to zero

In the split of a hair

They see the face in the window

They feel a shadow out there

Theyve got the places they can go

Theyve got the people who stare

Theyve got to walk in their shoes

Theyve got to see what they see

Theyve got the people around them

Getting too much for free

All the pimps and the dealers

All the food they can eat

All the screamers and squealers

When they walk down the street

Yeah.

Hes just a rich old man

He never cared for anyone

He likes to count his possessions

Hes been a miser from penny one

He never cared for his children

Never cared for his wife

Never made anyone happy

Thats the way he lived his life

And one day in the sunshine

He got a bolt from the blue

Unloaded all of his possessions

Sold his investments too

And now he lives with the homeless

Owns 900 hospital beds

He prefers to remain nameless

Its publicity he dreads

Yeah.

Theres a judge in the city

He goes to work every day

Spends his life in the courthouse

Keeps his perspective that way

But I respect his decision

Hes got a lot on his mind

Hes pretty good with the gavel

A little heavy on the fines

One day there was this minstrel

Who came to court on a charge

That he blew someones head off

Because his amp was too large

And the song he was singin

Was not for love but for cash

Well, the judge waived the charges

He fingered his mustache

Yeah.

Well, theres a clown in a carnival

He rode a painted horse

He came from somewhere out west

He was very funny of course

But that is not what I noticed

It was the incredible force

With which he held his audience

While he rode on his horse

His jokes were not that off-color

His smile was not that sincere

His show was that not that sensational

Reasons for success were not clear

But he still made big money

One day the circus was his

Now hes married to the acrobat

And theyre training their kids

Yeah.

Now the jailhouse was empty

All the criminals were gone

The gate was left wide open

And a buck and fawn

Were eating grass in the courtyard

When the warden walked in

And took a rifle from the prison guard

And said to him with a grin

To shoot those deer would be stupid, sir

We already got em right here

Why not just lock the gates and keep them

With intimidation and fear?

But the warden pulled the trigger

And those deer hit the ground

He said nobodyll know the difference

And they both looked around.

Yeah.

Well, the cop made the showdown

He was sure he was right

He had all of the lowdown

From the bank heist last night

His best friend was a robber

And his wife was a thief

All the children were murderers

They couldnt get no relief

The bungalow was surrounded

When a voice loud and clear

Come out with your hands up

Or were gonna blow you out of here

There was a face in the window

Tv cameras rolled

And they cut to the announcer

And the story was told.

Yeah.

Well, the artist looked at the producer

The producer sat back

He said what we have got here

Is a pretty good track

But we dont have a vocal

And we still dont have a song

If we could get this thing accomplished

Nothin else could go wrong

So he balanced the ashtray

And he picked up the phone

And said send me a songwriter

Whos drifted far from home

And make sure that hes hungry

And make sure hes alone

And send me a cheeseburger

And a new rolling stone

Yeah.

Well, the sioux and dakota

They lost all of their land

And now a basketball player

Is trying to lend them a hand

Maybe someday hell be president

Hes quite a popular man

But now the chief has reservations

And the white man has plans

Theres opposition in congress

The bill is up against cash

Theres really no way of predicting

If it will fly or it will crash

But thats the nature of politics

Thats the name of the game

Thats how it looks in the tepee

Big winds are blowing again

Yeah.

Theres still crime in the city

Said the cop on the beat

I dont know if I can stop it

I feel like meat on the street

They paint my car like a target

I take my orders from fools

Meanwhile some kid blows my head off

Well, I play by their rules

So now Im doing it my way

I took the law in my own hands

Here I am in the alleyway

A wad of cash in my pants

I get paid by a ten year old

He says he looks up to me

Theres still crime in the city

But its good to be free

Yeah.

Now I come from a family

That has a broken home

Sometimes I talk to my daddy

On the telephone

When he says that he loves me

I know that he does

But I wish I could see him

Wish I knew where he was

But thats the way all my friends are

Except maybe one or two

Wish I could see him this weekend

Wish I could walk in his shoes

But now Im doin my own thing

Sometimes Im good, then Im bad

Although my home has been broken

Its the best home I ever had

Yeah.

Well, I keep getting younger

My lifes been funny that way

Before I ever learned to talk

I forgot what to say

I sassed back to my mummy

I sassed back to my teacher

I got thrown out of sunday school

For throwin bibles at the preacher

Then I grew up to be a fireman

I put out every fire in town

Put out everything smoking

But when I put the hose down

The judge sent me to prison

Gave me life without parole

Wish I never put the hose down

Wish I never got old.

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Hes just a rich old man He never cared for anyone He likes to count his possessions Hes been a miser from penny one He never cared for his children Never cared for his wife Never made anyone happy Thats the way he lived his life And one day in the sunshine He got a bolt from the blue Unloaded all of his possessions Sold his investments too And now he lives with the homeless Owns 900 hospital beds He prefers to remain nameless Its publicity he dreads Yeah. Theres a judge in the city He goes to work every day Spends his life in the courthouse Keeps his perspective that way But I respect his decision Hes got a lot on his mind Hes pretty good with the gavel A little heavy on the fines One day there was this minstrel Who came to court on a charge That he blew someones head off Because his amp was too large And the song he was singin Was not for love but for cash Well, the judge waived the charges He fingered his mustache Yeah. Well, theres a clown in a carnival He rode a painted horse He came from somewhere out west He was very funny of course But that is not what I noticed It was the incredible force With which he held his audience While he rode on his horse His jokes were not that off-color His smile was not that sincere His show was that not that sensational Reasons for success were not clear But he still made big money One day the circus was his Now hes married to the acrobat And theyre training their kids Yeah. Now the jailhouse was empty All the criminals were gone The gate was left wide open And a buck and fawn Were eating grass in the courtyard When the warden walked in And took a rifle from the prison guard And said to him with a grin To shoot those deer would be stupid, sir We already got em right here Why not just lock the gates and keep them With intimidation and fear? But the warden pulled the trigger And those deer hit the ground He said nobodyll know the difference And they both looked around. Yeah. Well, the cop made the showdown He was sure he was right He had all of the lowdown From the bank heist last night His best friend was a robber And his wife was a thief All the children were murderers They couldnt get no relief The bungalow was surrounded When a voice loud and clear Come out with your hands up Or were gonna blow you out of here There was a face in the window Tv cameras rolled And they cut to the announcer And the story was told. Yeah. Well, the artist looked at the producer The producer sat back He said what we have got here Is a pretty good track But we dont have a vocal And we still dont have a song If we could get this thing accomplished Nothin else could go wrong So he balanced the ashtray And he picked up the phone And said send me a songwriter Whos drifted far from home And make sure that hes hungry And make sure hes alone And send me a cheeseburger And a new rolling stone Yeah. Well, the sioux and dakota They lost all of their land And now a basketball player Is trying to lend them a hand Maybe someday hell be president Hes quite a popular man But now the chief has reservations And the white man has plans Theres opposition in congress The bill is up against cash Theres really no way of predicting If it will fly or it will crash But thats the nature of politics Thats the name of the game Thats how it looks in the tepee Big winds are blowing again Yeah. Theres still crime in the city Said the cop on the beat I dont know if I can stop it I feel like meat on the street They paint my car like a target I take my orders from fools Meanwhile some kid blows my head off Well, I play by their rules So now Im doing it my way I took the law in my own hands Here I am in the alleyway A wad of cash in my pants I get paid by a ten year old He says he looks up to me Theres still crime in the city But its good to be free Yeah. Now I come from a family That has a broken home Sometimes I talk to my daddy On the telephone When he says that he loves me I know that he does But I wish I could see him Wish I knew where he was But thats the way all my friends are Except maybe one or two Wish I could see him this weekend Wish I could walk in his shoes But now Im doin my own thing Sometimes Im good, then Im bad Although my home has been broken Its the best home I ever had Yeah. Well, I keep getting younger My lifes been funny that way Before I ever learned to talk I forgot what to say I sassed back to my mummy I sassed back to my teacher I got thrown out of sunday school For throwin bibles at the preacher Then I grew up to be a fireman I put out every fire in town Put out everything smoking But when I put the hose down The judge sent me to prison Gave me life without parole Wish I never put the hose down Wish I never got old. Нравится песня? 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