Текст песни The Maker - Willie Nelson
                                                Oh, 
                                                oh 
                                                deep 
                                                water, 
                                                black 
                                                and 
                                                cold 
                                                like 
                                                the 
                                                night
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                stand 
                                                with 
                                                arms 
                                                wide 
                                                open, 
                                                I've 
                                                run 
                                                    a 
                                                twisted 
                                                mile
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                    a 
                                                stranger 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                eyes 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                maker
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                could 
                                                not 
                                                see 
                                                for 
                                                fog 
                                                in 
                                                my 
                                                eyes
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                could 
                                                not 
                                                feel 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                fear 
                                                in 
                                                my 
                                                life
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                across 
                                                the 
                                                great 
                                                divide 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                distance 
                                                    I 
                                                saw 
                                                    a 
                                                light
 
                                    
                                
                                                Saw 
                                                Jean 
                                                Baptiste 
                                                walking 
                                                to 
                                                me 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                maker
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                body 
                                                is 
                                                bent 
                                                and 
                                                broken 
                                                by 
                                                long 
                                                and 
                                                dangerous 
                                                leaps
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                can't 
                                                work 
                                                the 
                                                fields 
                                                of 
                                                Abraham 
                                                and 
                                                turn 
                                                my 
                                                head 
                                                away
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                not 
                                                    a 
                                                stranger 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                hands 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                maker
 
                                    
                                
                                                Brother 
                                                John, 
                                                have 
                                                you 
                                                seen 
                                                the 
                                                homeless 
                                                daughters
 
                                    
                                
                                                Standing 
                                                there 
                                                with 
                                                broken 
                                                wings?
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                have 
                                                seen 
                                                the 
                                                flaming 
                                                swords 
                                                there 
                                                over 
                                                east 
                                                of 
                                                Eden
 
                                    
                                
                                                Burning 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                eyes 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                maker
 
                                    
                                
                                                Burning 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                eyes 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                maker
 
                                    
                                
                                                Burning 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                eyes 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                maker
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh 
                                                river 
                                                (oh 
                                                river) 
                                                rise 
                                                from 
                                                your 
                                                sleep
 
                                    
                                
                            1 Annie
2 These Lonely Nights
3 Three Days
4 Ou es-tu, mon amour? (Where Are You, My Love?)
5 I Never Cared For You
6 Everywhere I Go
7 Darkness On The Face Of The Earth
8 My Own Peculiar Way
9 Home Motel
10 The Maker
11 I've Just Destroyed The World
12 Somebody Pick Up My Pieces
13 I've Loved You All Over The World
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