Текст песни Streets of Dallas - Jon Randall

I hocked my old guitar today knowing I won′t see it again
And a man that ain't got a song to sing sure can′t find a friend
I'm down to my last 20 bucks, tequila in a dixie cup
Hold on to it like I hold a chalice,
Looking for forgiveness for my sins
On the streets of Dallas

Lord knows I'd give all I own
For one more round of sweet Patron and a woman to keep me warm tonight
But all the bars are closing down and there ain′t a soul around
But a bunch of frat boys looking for a fight
So pull my collar up and wonder down these sidewalks
Weather cold and calloused
Wondering how I′ll ever find my way
On the streets of Dallas

At a bus stop in Bench up on elm I sit and watch
Two strangers getting high
As the heavens open up and hell breaks loose above this concrete sky
I passed a wino down on Main who's found some shelter
From the rain in his cardboard palace
It′s funny how your dreams get washed away
On the streets of Dallas

Lord knows I'd give all I own
For one more round of sweet Patron and a woman to keep me warm tonight
But all the bars are closing down and there ain′t a soul around
But a bunch of frat boys looking for a fight
So pull my collar up, wonder down these
Sidewalks weather cold and calloused
Wondering how I'll ever find my way
On the streets of Dallas

Yeah I bet there ain′t a prayer that ain't been prayed
On the streets of Dallas