Quaker City Night Hawks piosenki

Took down my coat and I put it on With cold hands through the sleeves Put down my head and I rode alone Silent as in the trees I rode past all the soldiers there Got in the bridge cross the creek The lonesome sounds of my bridal bells there Mad chatteri...

Going down to the duendes Going on my own Going down to the duendes See how deep that forest goes , how deep it goes Oh how deep it goes First time I saw the duendes Sky was tall with fire First time I saw the duendes I stayed for forty days and forty...

Good evening from Fort Worth, Texas It's slow here in the heat But you're bound to feel a little cooler With your feet down in some old creek We're down on Main Street We're down on Main Street We come from the land of oilfields Iron nightmares and fev...

Well I’m headed South now down Mexico way I'm headed south now down Mexico way They got some real pretty pretty little things waiting on me But in the morning before the sun comes up I'm gonna slide another through the outer gates Never late I'm shootin...

Think I’m a winner of fifty three Mean old devil had it out for me Don’t let the devil by the old oak tree Don’t let the devil rode after for me, ah Don’t have the fever, nearly kill me dead The dark magic thing is too as fiery lives Don’t let the devil...

Come on down to my house And have you a little gin Sit right there by the fire place And tell me how you been It's been two years since they took the bridge And the ships began to leave Seeing you now with your family Here damned if I don't believe...

Why can’t I be the lover That you came here for Why can’t I be the lover That you came here for If you leave me now then leave me, Here comes the floor Why can’t I be the lover That you came here for Don’t be afraid to make a couple wrong turns...

Go ahead now, sons and daughters You got to hear me, hear me Got to go down to the water Do not fear me, don’t fear me You got to go down a lil further But you all miss me All miss me Go ahead now, sons and daughters You got to hear me, hear me Storm...

Well here comes Johnny Talking bout using his wits While the rest try to find out Just who wrote all of his hits And you can't blame A man that securely sits In a hole that you made just for him Why not take him, shake him til he throws fits Til he...