Ballad Of Robin Winter-Smith — текст песни (Nanci Griffith)

Mamma`s in the kitchen rattlin` pans and the baby cries,
on the TV news, somebody died
He was a crazy biker in a motorcycle ridin` daredevil show,
in Merry England, oh, ... twenty seven years old
He was tryin` to break the record,
for jumpin` over cars, he was the champ
He fell a little bit short ... oh, hit the ramp

This is the story, sad and it`s gory of Robin Winter-Smith
He was a very brave man if you get my drift
`Cause he waved to the crowd, headed down the runway like a
man possessed, Robin Winter-Smith ... I guess he did his best

I make a livin` a-playin` these songs and I hang out in bars
I play my guitar ... oh, but honey, I don`t jump over cars
Mamma`s in the kitchen rattlin` pans and the baby cries,
on the TV news ... somebody died
He was a crazy biker in a motorcycle ridin` daredevil show,
in Merry England, oh, ... twenty seven years old