Bourbon Crow - Bed In The Desert | Текст песни

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• Bed In The Desert

Well mama I'm writing a letter home
'Cause I know that you think what I done was wrong
But I'm here to tell ya I got no regrets

Well you know your boy he don't take no shit
And thats exactly why I killed that son of a bitch
And now I'm doin' life, in this metal pit

Well a man's gotta do what he's gotta do
Though his consequences can be cruel
With a one way ticket to the graveyard
And I'm driving the hearse
And I made you a bed in the desert

Well the story I'm about to tell
And the first verse ya heard it didn't end so well
For that loose lip, non-English speaking immigrant

I Said "I don't know what the hell you're sayin'
And this bottle I'm drinkin' got me to thinkin'
Every dog has his day and that dog was barking."

Well a man's gotta do what he's gotta do
Though his consequences can be cruel
with a one way ticket to the graveyard
And I'm driving the hearse
And I made you a bed in the desert

I said "Adios Amigo
Hope you enjoyed your last burrito,
If you have any final words let them be heard"

No Comprende Señor

And I made you a bed...
In The Desert