Тексты песен Joe Ely

Now I lay me down to sleep Leave the day behind Pray the lord my soul to keep I hope he cain't read my mind Mother, mother, comfort me Say everything is all right Flames of hell surrounding me Goodnig

The doors flew back and in they came A tough bunch of cowboys, thirsty They said to the waitress, "Honey what's your name?" "And Mama, won'cha bring us whiskey?" The waitress froze

Sherry was a waitress at the only joint in town. She had a reputation as a girl who'd been around. On Main Street after midnight, a brand new pack of cigs, A fresh one hanging from her lips, a beer be