In the desert in the dry before the breaking of the rain the temperature in the shade had reached a hundred and ten again
In the desert in the dry on the overland telegraph line don't take the law into your own hands don't go looking for a fight
I've heard the bullroarers in the desert in the sky sun sits so high long day's mile and the radio crackles and the bones bleached withe
It's a knock-em-down storm see the tin room shake wild dog howls and the long grass whistles and the tall trees break
I've seen the wild horses I've heard the bullroarers I've seen the wold horses
Shifting sands and broken plans lead me on to my homelandTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
