Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dead Wood , by - The Witnesses. Song from the album Black Eyes And White Lies, in the genre Традиционный джазRelease date: 06.02.2006
Record label: Howler
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dead Wood , by - The Witnesses. Song from the album Black Eyes And White Lies, in the genre Традиционный джазDead Wood |
| Well, the good times scratched a laugh |
| From the lungs of the young men |
| In a Deadwood saloon, South Dakota afternoon |
| And the old ones by the door |
| With their heads on their chests |
| They told lies about whiskey on a womans breath |
| Yes, and some tell the story of young Mickey Free |
| Who lost an eye to a buck deer in the Tongue River Valley |
| Oh and some tell the story of California Joe |
| Who sent word through the Black Hills |
| There was a mountain of gold |
| And the gold she lay cold in their pockets |
| And the sun she sets down on the trees |
| And they thank the Lord |
| For the land that they live in |
| Where the white man does as he pleases |
| Some flat-shoed fool from the East comes a-runnin' |
| With some news that he’d read in some St. Joseph paper |
| And it was «Drinks all around» cause the news he was tellin' |
| Was the one they called Crazy |
| Has been caught and been dealt with |
| And the Easterner he read the news from the paper |
| And the old ones moved closer so’s they could hear better |
| «Well it says here that Crazy Horse |
| Was killed while trying to escape |
| And that was some time last September |
| It don’t give the exact date» |
| And the gold she lay cold in their pockets |
| And the sun she sets down on the trees |
| And they thank the Lord |
| For the land that they live in |
| Where the white man does as he pleases |
| Where the white man does as he pleases |
| Then the talk turned back to whiskey and women |
| And cold nights on the plains, Lord |
| And fightin' them indians |
| And the Easterner he says he’ll have one more |
| 'fore he goes |
| He gives the paper to the Crow boy |
| Who sweeps up the floor |
| And the gold she lay cold in their pockets |
| And the sun she sets down on the trees |
| And they thank the Lord |
| For the land that they live in |
| Where the white man does as he pleases |
| Where the white man does as he pleases |
| Where the white man does as he pleases |
| As he wants to, as he pleases |