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Pärla från en soulsnubbe jag tidigare inte hört talas om. Låten är från 1978...

 

 

 

"People are strange. They are constantly angered by trivial things, but on a major matter like totally wasting their lives,they hardly seem to notice." -  Charles Bukowski

 
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Du fyller 50 år och håller jättekalas
Nu är du farfar och alldeles grå
Och frugan din är död hon är nergrävd i sand
I sista vilans namn
Den sista vilan

 

 

 

"People are strange. They are constantly angered by trivial things, but on a major matter like totally wasting their lives,they hardly seem to notice." -  Charles Bukowski

 
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Vem som gjort låten? Sting😮

 

 

Early one morning
With time to kill
I borrowed Jebb's rifle
And sat on a hill
I saw a lone rider
Crossing the plain
I drew a bead on him
To practice my aim

 

My brother's rifle
Went off in my hand
A shot rang out
Across the land
The horse, he kept running
The rider was dead
I hung my head
I hung my head

 

I set off running
To wake from the dream
My brother's rifle
Went into the sheen
I kept on running
Into the south lands
That's where they found me
My head in my hands

 

The sheriff he asked me
Why had I run
And then it come to me
Just what I had done
And all for no reason
Just one piece of lead
I hung my head
I hung my head

 

Here in the court house
The whole town was there
I see the judge
High up in the chair
Explain to the court room
What went through your mind
And we'll ask the jury
What verdict they find

 

I felt the power
Of death over life
I orphaned his children
I widowed his wife
I begged their forgiveness
I wish I was dead
I hung my head
I hung my head
I hung my head
I hung my head

 

Early one morning
With time to kill
I see the gallows
Up on a hill
And out in the distance
A trick of the brain
I see a lone rider
Crossing the plain

 

And he'd come to fetch me
To see what they'd done
And we'll ride together
To kingdom come
I prayed for God's mercy
'Cause soon I'd be dead
I hung my head
I hung my head

 

I hung my head
I hung my head

 

 

"People are strange. They are constantly angered by trivial things, but on a major matter like totally wasting their lives,they hardly seem to notice." -  Charles Bukowski

 
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