Текст песни Out Of Control, Eagles

Oh, my, don t the sky look spacious
With the stars all shinin down
Well, I can hear the night wind howlin
It s a high and lonesome sound
And I ain t had a woman in so long
I can t feed my starvin soul
Come on, saddle up, boys, we re gonna ride into town
We re gonna get a little out of control

There s a card game in the corner
And the barmaid smiled at me
Well, I tipped her a sliver dollar and
she brought me a drink for free

All the town-folk call her the cheap one
And the gamblers call her Flo
Come on, set em up again
I got me a friend and I think I m gettin out of control
Oh,oh,oh

She s cool water, her momma taught her
I got news, she s mine and mine alone
And if anybody s lookin for trouble
You know I m the one you want to try

Well, I ll fight any man who wants to
And I don t care who or why

You got to gamble on your story
You got no guts, you get no glory
And I m bettin my money on an ace in the hole
Think I m gettin out of control