We loaded rifles with our ragged britches on We built the wagons, and we head to Cali-FOR-nia I’ve got a lot to say, so you must sit and take it all
Your father looked at me like a thing that don’t belong Some sorry sailor with no fortune for his daughter I’ll take your words with me - I’ll cross the Rockies in the fall
To win my baby – I’ll find fortunes fit to take you home
Blood washes glitter from stone Mad forces, bodies and bones Blood washes glitter from stone
Four years and seven days since I left what was my home Return to find you cavortin’ with another He bent a knee for you – bought you a ring of solid gold With that vein my fate pursued, I could have made five hundred more
You’re breaking my patience You’re breaking my patience You’re breaking my patience DOWNTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
