Текст песни: Terry Allen - New Delhi Freight Train
Some people think that I must be crazy
But my real name is just Jesse James
An I left them half-crocked, hard-knocks of black rock county
Just to ride on that New Delhi Train
Ridin on that New Delhi Freight Train
Ridin down that New Delhi Line
Ridin on that New Delhi Freight Train
Well I left my love behind
Yeah I left my love behind
Yeah I`m just a country boy without angels
ahhh just a country boy without gold
An I been to silver cities load of rainbows
Where I pillaged and I killed and I stole
Ridin on that New Delhi Freight Train
Ridin down that New Delhi Line
Ridin on that New Delhi Freight Train
Well I left my life behind
Yeah I left my life behind
Then I killed a man named smilin Jordan (Jeer-dun)
Yeah I killed him with one of my guns
And I knew that I had did what I had not ought to
But I welcomed the run from what I`d done
Ridin on that New Delhi Freight Train
Ridin down that New Delhi Line
Ridin on that New Delhi Freight Train
Well I left my guns behind
Yeah I left my guns behind
(repeat)
Идет поиск видеоклипа в базе...
(при отсутствии ролика в базе, ничего не произойдет)

Some people think that I must be crazy
But my real name is just Jesse James
An I left them half-crocked, hard-knocks of black rock county
Just to ride on that New Delhi Train
Ridin on that New Delhi Freight Train
Ridin down that New Delhi Line
Ridin on that New Delhi Freight Train
Well I left my love behind
Yeah I left my love behind
Yeah I`m just a country boy without angels
ahhh just a country boy without gold
An I been to silver cities load of rainbows
Where I pillaged and I killed and I stole
Ridin on that New Delhi Freight Train
Ridin down that New Delhi Line
Ridin on that New Delhi Freight Train
Well I left my life behind
Yeah I left my life behind
Then I killed a man named smilin Jordan (Jeer-dun)
Yeah I killed him with one of my guns
And I knew that I had did what I had not ought to
But I welcomed the run from what I`d done
Ridin on that New Delhi Freight Train
Ridin down that New Delhi Line
Ridin on that New Delhi Freight Train
Well I left my guns behind
Yeah I left my guns behind
(repeat)
| Код заказа | 999-999 | |
| Нажмите после заполнения | ||
|
Пожалуйста, вводите корректный адрес электронной почты, так как на этот адрес будет отправлена дополнительная ссылка на загрузку выбранной Вами песни. Если был указан неправильный адрес электронной почты, вы можете его исправить. Для исправления адреса электронной почты отправьте электронно письмо в службу поддержки (support@musicgu.ru). В письме укажите полученный Вами код и корректный адрес электронной почты. Отправляя сообщение на один из предоставленных номеров Вы подтверждаете свое согласие с Правилами использования сайта и Пользовательским соглашением. |
||
Еще тексты песен: Terry Allen
Billy the Boy
Bloodlines
Blue Asian Reds
Buck Naked
Cantina Carlotta
Cocktails for Three
Collector
Cortez Sail
Crisis Site 13
Doll
Feelin Easy
Ffa
Flatland Boogie
Flatland Farmer
Galleria Dele Armi
Gimme a Ride to Heaven Boy
Girl Who Danced Oklahoma
Give Me the Flowers
Gone to Texas
Great Joe Bob
Heart of California
Helena Montana
Highplains Jamboree
I Just Left Myself
My Amigo
New Delhi Freight Train
Night Cafe
Oh Hally Lou
Oh What a Dangerous Life
Oui
Ourland
Peggy Legg
Pink and Black Song
Roll Truck Roll
Room to Room
Salvation
Show
Southern Comfort
There Oughta Be a Law Against Sunny Sout
Thrity Years Waltz
Truckload of Art
Bloodlines
Blue Asian Reds
Buck Naked
Cantina Carlotta
Cocktails for Three
Collector
Cortez Sail
Crisis Site 13
Doll
Feelin Easy
Ffa
Flatland Boogie
Flatland Farmer
Galleria Dele Armi
Gimme a Ride to Heaven Boy
Girl Who Danced Oklahoma
Give Me the Flowers
Gone to Texas
Great Joe Bob
Heart of California
Helena Montana
Highplains Jamboree
I Just Left Myself
My Amigo
New Delhi Freight Train
Night Cafe
Oh Hally Lou
Oh What a Dangerous Life
Oui
Ourland
Peggy Legg
Pink and Black Song
Roll Truck Roll
Room to Room
Salvation
Show
Southern Comfort
There Oughta Be a Law Against Sunny Sout
Thrity Years Waltz
Truckload of Art