You picked up a broken bottle In case anyone gave us any trouble And we walked all the way back to Cortez
You sang help me dear doctor At the top of your lungs You’d been soaking up drink like a sponge
Little boy down the street We all heard you mournfully Call again and again for Roberta Roberta…
The mountain towns burned red Consumed by a sunset I’d be happy disappearing under colors like that
And I fell in love with trains, Haunted by the old refrain You ride the Southern, I’ll ride the Santa Fe Santa Fe…
It was wrong of me to leave ‘Cause I couldn’t stand a perfect thing But I was too young to know any better
And I’d give the world if it were mine To let these memories slip my mind And wake up next to you one more time One more time…Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
