Текст пісні Tired Wings - The Four Horsemen

Tired Wings

I’m keeping a heater
I’m doing the best I can
Now I’m looking for something
You just wouldn’t understand
With a devil in my heart
And a shotgun in my hand
You’re gonna lose this man
I said, «You're gonna lose this man.»
I’m living a high line
I got shadows on my tail
Sharper than an old jackknife
And poison like a rusty nail
Won’t take «no» for an answer
I’m two steps ahead of the law
I count my friends on these four fingers
Who could ask for more?
I said, «Who could ask for more?»
Sometimes you gotta let your feelings show
Sometimes you gotta let the cold winds blow
Who’s gonna pay the piper for the song he sings?
And who’s gonna take some pitty on my lonely tired wings?
My tired wings, my tired wings
My tired wings, my tired wings
My tired wings, my tired wings
My tired wings, my tired wings
Kick it!
Life is such a lonely game
If you wanna play
The stakes are high and so am I
And sometimes, oh the devil pays
Blood is thicker than water, boy
And much deeper than your soul
You don’t find out too much 'round here
It’ll turn your heart to stone
Just turn your heart to stone!
Sometimes you gotta let your feelings show
Sometimes you gotta let the cold winds blow
Who’s gonna pay the piper for the song he sings?
And who’s gonna take some pity on my lonely tired wings?