Текст песни Del Rio's Song - Blue Öyster Cult
I′ve
lived
upon
The
edge
of
chance
For
twenty
years
or
more
And
this
is
what
my
friends
all
mean
By
Del
Rio's
song...
Oh,
Del
Rio
Del
Rio′s
Song...
Oh,
Del
Rio
Del
Rio's
Song...
Oh,
Del
Rio
Del
Rio's
Song...
Oh,
Del
Rio
When
time
gets
slow,
and
rivers
freeze
I
think
you′d
know
enough
To
call
in
touch
that
outer
frame
The
inner
gain,
a
sullen
gulch
Which
opens
up
on
the
way
to
Blindman′s
Bluff
A
suburb
now
of
River
Roads
Where
quandry
and
sublime
improve
The
sight
whose
imagery
Is
sometimes
that
of
fear
I've
lived
upon
The
edge
of
chance
For
twenty
years
or
more
And
this
is
what
my
friends
all
mean
By
Del
Rio′s
song...
Oh,
Del
Rio
Del
Rio's
Song...
Oh,
Del
Rio
Del
Rio′s
Song...
Oh,
Del
Rio
Del
Rio's
Song...
Oh,
Del
Rio
When
time
gets
slow,
and
rivers
freeze
I
think
you′d
know
enough
To
shut
the
gates
of
walled
town
walls
And
putting
up
some
good
rum
punch
Forget
the
way
to
Blindman's
Bluff
So
packed
with
eyes
That
glow
like
coals
And
pointing
towards
the
North
Oh
my
boat
left
New
Orleans
in
1829!
Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
My
destination
is
a
secret
And
the
doctrine
is
soft
And
just
between
the
verse
and
me
It's
a
place
where
you
can
see
Lost,
last
and
luminous
Scored
to
sky
yet
never
found
Relics
of
jewels
And
ant-track
tools
A
true
ghost
dance
Rehearsal
Ground
I′ve
lived
upon
The
edge
of
chance
For
twenty
years
or
more
And
this
is
what
my
friends
all
mean
I′ve
lived
upon
The
edge
of
chance
For
twenty
years
or
more
And
this
is
what
my
friends
all
mean
By
Del
Rio's
song...
Oh,
Del
Rio
Del
Rio′s
Song...
Oh,
Del
Rio
Del
Rio's
Song...
Oh,
Del
Rio
Del
Rio′s
Song...
Oh,
Del
Rio
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