3x23 Tumbledown House - Old Potosi (соло Маккензи) | Текст песни

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• Old Potosi (соло Маккензи)

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South of the old Potosi
East of the Toston Dam
West of Robber’s Roost
There’s a lay of land

You best believe there’s no governor
No, Sheriff runs this town
Well, Old Roy might lock you up
But he’ll turn you out if you buy the next round

And sweet sounds that you cannot place

Sounds that are stranger than a snowflake
Sweeter than a cornfed cow
Stronger than a steamboat
Faster than a big rig
Beat 'cha but you don’t know how

Oh those sounds have a stranger’s face

There’s a guitar made of bone
From the pelvis of an elephant
The bow for the fiddle
Wavers just a little
For it’s sewn with the silk
From the belly of a somber angel
All at the cost of a tear

And Silas is the favorite of the fans
But he is often absent
For the ladies’ hungry loving hands
And all together
They will weather
All the catastrophic follies known to man

Late one night in June
Farmer had a change of luck
He offered up his place to the boys in the band
When they got stuck

What’s mine is yours
Down comes Skinny Sarah Sideshow
And all the boys she’ll soon well know
A Molotov cocktail aided by a warm gale
Gave the place a rosy glow

Yes those woods went up in a mighty blaze

To this day
The 31st of May
Those ashes sift as if
To say

'This land will not heal
Nor offer us a deal,
Until those boys are back
To stay

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