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Vertaling: Miller Bill. Canyon Dance.
I went to jail 'cause I slapped a bitch silly Frank Villy, California's most hated The last ten years I think I been underrated Other rappers with half my skill got top bill
I walk down the diamond-studded concrete canyons Nobody looked me in the eye Tried to fly to the moon Only made it to the sky I was looking for an undying
Tenderloin Then I painted a three-foot slab of pine here lies poor Bill MacKie And I hung it up on my cabin wall and waited for Bill to die Years passed
High a top a mountain lookin' down to Panga Canyon I came to see the blue pacific in the night The stars are like a miollion dancin' diamods on the water
can jump right out of the screen and barely move me We hard-hittin', directin' and starrin' in it The one man on the planet that'll drive off of the Grand Canyon
was one once do i see my future in her presence i can't stop staring a shopping cart is all she has now and a bleeding heart never paid the bills and
"Alexa" And I go where the ocean is deep There are giants out there in the canyon And a good captain can't fall asleep. I got bills to pay and children
" And I go where the ocean is deep There are giants out there in the canyons And a good captain can't fall asleep I've got bills to pay and children
it bad And yer trouble is you know it too good "Cause you look an' you start getting the chills "Cause you can't find it on a dollar bill And it ain
best And yet where in your history books is the tale Of the genocide basic to this country's birth Of the preachers who lied, how the Bill of Rights
the Big Horn Mountains And winds it's way out across the plains It's a land of red walls blue sky and clean air Where the eagle glides high above the canyons
a quart of blood and bought a half a pint of scotch Some one tell those chinamen on telegraph canyon road When you're on the bill with the spoon there
(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis) One night last summer we were camped at ten thousand feet up where the air is clear, high in the Rockies of Lost
(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis) [Spoken] Way out in the canyons of the West, there's a wild river. The Spanish named it San Buenaventura; but we
(Chip Davis, Bill Fries) On a cold November mornin' Back in nineteen-thirty-seven With an early snow a-fallin' On the three-foot tracks at Ames Came
(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis) From the album Wilderness Come along and sing A song you knew before Come along and sing Once more Come along
