James McMurtry - Racing to the Red Light | Текст песни

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• James McMurtry
• Racing to the Red Light

I'll quit my job and leave this place Got a guitar in a machine gun case I'll make no judgment, I'll let it all pass Looking at the world through bullet-proof glass The access road backed-up to the ramp They won't let you in and they don't give a damn

Racing to the red light

Momma says to get your face to the fire Put the guitar down, put the clothes in the dryer Put the guitar down, quit making it ring A little bit of hope is a dangerous thing A dangerous thing, well I shoulda known Gotta quit doing it soon as I'm grown Gotta get my hands back down in the dirt If you liked what you're doing, it wouldn't be work If you liked what you're doing, it wouldn't be good Nobody else in the neighborhood's got that kinda money, That kinda pride, and we're all pretty well satisfied

Racing to the red light Racing to the red light

Two fifty worth of gas on pump number five A lottery ticket and a Colt 45 Scratch it right off, cash it back in Just give me five more somebody gotta win Somebody gotta win, it happens all the time Ending up spending your every last dime

Racing to the red light

I'll quit my job and leave this place Gotta guitar in a machine gun case If I play it just right I can live like a king A little bit of hope is a dangerous thing A little bit of hope, a dangerous mind Cut your throat for your space in line

Racing to the red light

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