Born Too Late — текст песни (Steve Forbert)

Saddle up that old grey mare for me
I wanna ride until these eyes of mine can`t see
I never really feel like looking very much anymore
And nothing really matters till it`s closer than the house next door...
People talk a lot, but they can never find the heart and the soul
To put a lot of time into more than just a search for gold
The river`s flowing dirty and it`s moving down to Pass Christian
There used to be a time when it`s water was a healing hand...

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Born too late and everything you know is gone, gone
Born too late and everything you know is wrong
I`ve got a wife in Cleveland and she hates my guts
And everything about her`s a reflection of what drove me nuts
I stopped to buy a beer inside the trading post and lost my keys
that somber wooden indian by the door began to laugh at me...

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My silver Catalina`s busy rusting in the cool night air
he`s only got a few more miles beneath his hood out there
I stood a while beside him and I thought about his thirst for oil
I thought about his greed for speed and how we`ve all got spoiled

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