Текст песни Beck — Fourteen Rivers, Fourteen Floods

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Fourteen rivers, fourteen floods
Bend your body to the heavens above
Don't get drunk, don't get dry
Just bring your money next saturday night

Forteen miles on a teton trail
With a half-dead mule and nothin' on my mind
All my life I been talkin' fast
Takin' all the things that I shoulda let pass

Throw my hat on a coffin nail
Put another brick in the fireplace
Well I don't know about you or me
But someone got loose back in town

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