I am just a cowboy, lonesome on the trail Those starry nights, campfire lights The coyote call, the howling wind wails As I ride out on an uncertain sundown
I'm a bit like a soldier In the way I wear no uniform And choose not to fight And fight all night For some other cause I'm a bit like the grave digger
Übersetzung: Golden Smog. Cowboy Song.
Übersetzung: Smog. Song.
Per la crisi generale si potrebbe licenziare un terzo degli operai ma sarebbe imperdonabile vendere il centravanti si scatenerebbero delle rivolte popolari
