Woorden:
Altiplano

And never shall I grow old I was roaming far from home Far from the town i left behind Out in the wild... Under open sky Wind - whiped the ttears off

full growed porcupine dead on the road it'll take a big ox, son, to carry that load i got checked out by a blonde, young heifer she says she might wanna

Vertaling: Lund, Corb. Hair In My Eyes Like A Highland Steer.

well, i guess i really oughta be makin up songs but i know it's dumb and sick and wrong and got the studio booked in tennessee and my record producer

i been playin root-five for most of the night and most of the times, well, i don't really mind but once in awhile i get the chance to shine and look

it's my little foothills heaven on that northern rocky range my favoriite place to be, and mister that ain't gonna change and i pray to old chief mountain

full growed porcupine dead on the road it'll take a big ox, son, to carry that load i got checked out by a blonde, young heifer she says she might wanna

the truth comes out as the fire burns low it comes to light as only embers glow the whiskey talks, the west wind moans in the night the deadfall'

he said drink deeply of the wine, my friend, breathe fully in the smoke and eat the fish that he conjured, this is the bread that jesus broke this