Rare Monk - Shoot Me Down | Текст песни

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I spent fourteen years in Texas penn
My God, it's time to blow this joint
My money's in a mattress stashed in Western Idaho
I've got my rifle in my saddlebag, a bottle for a soul
But if I get back to sweet Oregon, yeah, I'll know I've won the war
So shoot me down, just shoot me down

On my way up through New Mexico my luck just up and died
Now the sheriff needs a scapegoat for somebody else's crimes
And now they know my face, they know the graceful ways in which I kill
If my soul's spending on credit, oh please Lord, don't send the bill

Just shoot me down
You ain't got nothing' to decide
Shoot me down
Cause you won't be taking me alive

Now I've wasted me a Pinkerton, that boy was twenty-five
They hunt me like the devil's spawn and for once I don't know why
And if I make time to the border I might make it out alive
But, oh my God, the posse's running and my credit line's run dry
So shoot me down, just shoot me down

Now they've got me on my knees, the sheriff's looking down his sight
The pastor spits tobacco as he's reading my last rights
But I'm daydreaming of the dawn on sweet McKenzie's morning light
Then I reach up grab the barrel just before I say goodnight

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