Archie Fisher - The Mountain Rain | Текст песни

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• Archie Fisher
• The Mountain Rain

We came down from the mountain in the rain
And our buckskins dried on the warm and the windy plain
When our horses tired, we walked them on up the rise
With our hat brims pulled down low all across our eyes

And the dusty town lay before us, and the setting sun
Turned a bloody red on the barrels of my scattergun
And your Henry rifle hung behind your saddle bowl
And my hands were sweating funny and my blood ran cold

And we circled `round, put our backs to the sunset rays
And we moved through town in the shadows and the alley ways
And we hitched our horses `round behind the grocery store
Then you hit the street and I covered from the grocery door

And the cards were down, in the barroom poker game
But the playing stops when I hear you call the dealer's name
And your shadow fell like a carpet to the barroom door
And it crossed my mind that I never killed a man before

And the figure framed in the doorway made the call
And your rifle flamed and he crumpled up against the wall
Then you took it slow as you backed off down the street
And I saw you throw a dollar at the dead man's feet

And we rode out for the mountains and the plains
Not a word was spoke until we tasted the mountain rain
And a man lay dead in the town we left behind
And my Pappy said, "Son, I know you're not the killin' kind

But there comes a time when there's things that must be done
And it's a dyin' crime when a gambler slays my eldest son"
And an unarmed boy in a mountain grave is lain
And his tears ran down and they mingled with the mountain rain

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