Текст песни Indian Rope Man - Richie Havens
Fog
dangling
thick
Can't
see
the
right
road
Streets
are
sick,
The
eight
day
mill
It
might
grind
slow,
but
it
grinds
fine
Indian
rope
man,
while
lookin'
on
Tells
common
clay
he's
heavenly
born
Retired
layman
looks
on
in
scorn,
With
a
transplanted
heart
Kiss
him
quick,
he
has
to
part.
Yeah...
yeah
Indian
rope
man
sees
the
times,
Splitting
loose
the
edge
of
minds
Catching
losers
in
his
line,
in
his
line,
yeah
Kiss
him
quick,
he
has
to
part.
Yeah...
yeah
Indian
rope
man
flexes
his
eye,
Dissolving
the
fog
Revealing
the
lie
Indian
rope
man
holds
my
trick
in
his
heart,
yeah
Kiss
him
quick,
he
has
to
part
Yeah...
yeah
Indian
rope
man
sees
all
strife
Cutting
down
eternal
life
When
his
soul
transcends
his
heart,
oh
Kiss
him
quick,
he
has
to
part.
Yeah...
yeah
Альбом
20th Century Masters - The Millennium Collection: The Best of Richie Havens
дата релиза
29-02-2000
1 High Flyin' Bird
2 Follow
3 Handsome Johnny
4 San Francisco Bay Blues
5 Just Like A Woman
6 No Opportunity Necessary, No Experience Needed
7 The Klan
8 From the Prison
9 Run, Shaker Life
10 Indian Rope Man
11 Lady Madonna
12 Strawberry Fields Forever
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