Текст песни Out Of Control, Eagles
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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 |