Текст песни Slow Rider - Johnny Cash
I
ride
an
old
paint,
he's
on
the
worryside
And
I'm
a
saddle
tramp
about
to
cross
the
great
divide
Where
there's
grass
in
the
coolies
and
water
in
the
drawl
And
the
40
pound
saddle
won't
make
us
both
raw
Slow
rider,
slow
rider,
move
on
a
little
more
The
sky
boss
is
waitin'
at
the
big
ranch
house
door
I
can't
help
but
missin'
the
daughters
that
I
had
One
went
to
Denver,
the
other
went
bad
My
young
wife
died
in
a
poolroom
fight
But
I
try
to
keep
singin'
from
morning
'til
night
Slow
rider,
slow
rider,
move
on
a
little
more
The
sky
boss
is
waitin'
at
the
big
ranch
house
door
Whenever
I
die
take
my
saddle
from
the
wall
Strap
it
on
snuffy,
lead
him
out
of
the
stall
Throw
me
on
his
back
and
turn
him
toward
the
west
He
knows
how
to
take
me
to
the
spot
I
love
best
Slow
rider,
slow
rider,
move
on
a
little
more
The
sky
boss
is
waitin'
at
the
big
ranch
house
door
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