It’s the end of the Texas trail And it’s where I begin A town too tough for Texans Lord I think I’ll fit right in Transcontinental railroad Running by my door Was headed east to the ocean But I don’t belong there anymore
Ogallala I really want ya Sweet Nebraska, I meant to ask ya How long?
Must have fell off the wagon The tinhorn gamblers Were drawing me in Then a dance with a cowboy My feet were flyin’ My heart was sinned The smell of smoke in the timbers I coulda swore I saw a neon light Shinin’ down on me whiskey A hard days work means a drinking night
Ogallala I really want ya Sweet Nebraska I meant to ask ya How long? Oh how long?
Smell of smoke in the timbers I coulda swore I saw a neon light Shinin’ down on me whiskey A hard days work means a drinking night Shinin’ down on me whiskey A hard days work means a drinking night. Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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