Beck Fourteen Rivers Fourteen Floods текст песни, слова песни Fourteen Rivers Fourteen Floods Beck
Beck - Fourteen Rivers Fourteen Floods
Bend your body
To the heavens above
Don't get drunk
Don't get dry
Just bring your money
Next Saturday night
Fourteen miles on the trail
With a half dead mule
And nothing on my mind
All my life
I've been talking' fast
Taking all the things
That I should have let pass
Put my hat
On my coffin nail
Put another brick
In the fire place
Well, I don't know
About you or me
But someone got loose
Back in town
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