New Riders Of The Purple Sage
Текст песни Gypsy Cowboy

Torbert

The moon beamed down so lightly, on distant field of clover
The gypsy cowboy wanders, because he know it's over
And everything so quiet, the town is down in slumber
His cowboy lady mutters, "let's roll another number"

Oh, oh so sad
The trouble that's in this old world
It makes me so sad
Oh, oh so sad
Mama cried

And o'er the field of clover, an angel band was singing
With maidens throwing roses, and heaven's lights were screaming
Calling through the darkness, the voice of one man's brother
Spouting discontentment, of one way or the other (note 1)

Oh, oh so sad
You build it up you tear it down
Oh it makes me so sad
Oh, oh so sad
Mama cried