Текст (слова) песни: Walkabouts, The - The Stopping-Off Place
well the fog`s rollin` thick in the trees and the fire burns deep in the hole my conscience a wound with no salve it betrays me wherever I go
said the best way a man can go down is to die with his face to the street and you guessed that the way I`d go down like a gambler who rolls off to sleep
but that night on the mountain, I staged my own death left my clothes scattered far down the trail and I dreamed of your neck, your raven-haired crown with no trace, I jumped over the rail
Move along, cannot stay The Stoppin`-off place Move along, cannot stay The Stoppin`-off place
plain clothes knows nothin` bout me and plain clothes knows nothin` bout you he`ll call off the chase in a snap he`ll give up the chase if you ask
and I promised to you, that I`d see my way clear and I`d come back to get you someday with silver for teeth and blood in my hair I`d come back and get you someday
Move along, cannot stay The Stoppin`-off place Move along, cannot stay The Stoppin`-off place
Move along, cannot stay The Stoppin`-off place Move along, cannot stay The Stoppin`-off place
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