The Bomber — текст песни (Joe Walsh)

When I became of age my mama sat me down
Said Son, you`re growin` up, it`s time you look around
So I began to notice some things I hadn`t seen before
That`s what brought me here knockin` on your back door
Oh, yeah
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A closet queen, the busstop`s dream, she wants to shake my hand
I don`t want to be there, she decides she can
It`s Apple Dan, he`s just the man to pick fruit off your branches
I can`t sleep, and we can`t keep this cattle on my ranches
Oh, yeah
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It`s too strong, something`s wrong and I guess I lost the feelin`
I don`t mind the games you play, but I don`t like your dealin`
God looked bad, the luck`s been had and there`s nothin` left to smoke
Will I be back tomorrow for the punchline of the joke?