Well the lions were all growing dizzy from starvation But they drag ‘em around in chains for a false sense of danger And their staggering walk goes unnoticed in the bleachers But from a front row seat you can make out the hunger As they roll through the numbers like they did in the old days But it’s only a matter of time
Well the steam engine buckled like a telescope just south of New York And it seems like the horses are always the first ones to go But a burden like that don’t fall easy from the saddle He was kickin’ like and engine when they laid him in the gravel And when the blood stopped pumping and the spirit passed over Twenty-nine horses were lost
And I’m hoping this is just a run of bad luck And maybe next season the crowds’ll be better And the spanish web will turn in the spotlight And the blood will return to my heart
And here’s hopin’ things pick up in 1890 Here’s hopin’ things pick up in 1890 Here’s hopin’ things pick up in 1890
And those arthritic angels can’t open that bottle And their knuckles are swollen and bruised from the tryin’ So the whiskey’s gonna have to wait too…
And here’s hopin’ things pick up in 1890 Heare’s hopin’ things pick up in 1890 Here’s hopin’ things pick up in 1890Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
