Song Description
Crazy love affair with two lane black top highways and harvest fever...
Song Length |
2:33 |
Genre |
Folk - Americana, Country - Americana |
Tempo |
Fast (151 - 170) |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
Mood |
Exultant |
Subject |
Painkillers, Party |
Language |
Swedish |
Era |
1800 - 1899 |
Lyrics
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TELL WILD BILL (Gambler's Grave)
I-20 west,
see the sun coming up,
gonna lay there like a baby,
in the city I love,
woman you aint
the only woman on earth,
that's why I left your ass,
back there in Fort Worth,
CHORUS:
And you can tell Wild bill,
i'll be goin out his way,
gotta real bad feeling,
I'll be waking up in a gambler's grave.
I still smell them stock yards,
As I hit the county line,
There aint a soul back home in Tulsa,
Who's still a friend of mine,
CHORUS:
And you can tell Wild bill,
i'll be goin out his way,
gotta real bad feeling,
I'll be waking up in a gambler's grave.
I'm not pumping big oil baby,
now Im dealing in beef,
gonna sit here on the curbside,
And watch 'em drive them cattle through the streets,
CHORUS:
And you can tell Wild bill,
i'll be goin out his way,
gotta real bad feeling,
I'll be waking up in a gambler's grave.
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