Stuart Hamblen - Pokolodie Bill (1960) | Текст песни

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Pokolodie Bill was a Texas man who roamed the northern pole
In cowboy boots and Stetson hat he searched for the yellow gold
Alaska knew no wilder man when the land was young and raw
Than Pokolodie Bill and his wolf breed team a mushin' up the draw

He'd cuss the snow then cuss his luck then cuss the northern lights
In a barroom brawl he was feared by all for oh how he could fight
A preacher once explained to us why Bill was a different kind
When he came here to the last frontier he left his soul behind

(He left his soul behind
He left his soul behind
When he came up here to the last frontier
He left his soul behind)

Pokolodie Bill had an awful thirst but once he got his fill
Enjoyment halls would empty fast for fear of a gettin' killed
With hamlike fists he'd beat his chest with a yell that'd curl your hair
He'd make sawdust and kindlin' wood of the bars and all the chairs

Till he'd tire out we'd scurry about from one place to the next
When he'd leave town we'd gather around to repair what Bill had wrecked
With mutterin' breath we'd wish his death and pray for Father Time
To rid us of that batterin' ram who left his soul behind

(He left his soul behind)
(He left his soul behind)
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/>(When he came up here to the last frontier)
(He left his soul behind)

Pokolodie Bill was a leavin' town his wild team on the lope
And he drove them hard with his only whip a long yellow rope
He rode his sleigh like a drunken king sprawled in a rockin' chair
When all at once in the trail he saw the devil standin' there

His black coat shone with an eerie glow his eyes were fiery bright
With a fiendish laugh he roared at Bill I've come for you tonight
With a shaky hand Bill coiled his rope I reckon I'll take my time
I ride alone my soul is gone I left it far behind

(He left his soul behind...

Pokolodie Bill a Texas man was deadly with a rope
And the devil howled as he felt that loop go tight about his throat
I'll brand and dehorn you Bill yelled as he knocked old satan down
Then he built a fire for his brandin' irons 'fore headin' back to town

We heard Bill yellin' in the street come see who I brought in
His torn and tattered clothes revealed Bill's torn and tattered skin
The devil fought me for my soul but I whipped him fair and square
But what we saw tied to his sleigh was a branded grizzly bear

(He left his soul behind...

(He left his soul behind
He left his soul behind)

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