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    Текст песни The Killers - Ковбойская Рождественская вечеринка

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    boy i’ve been on the ladder
    where the trick waters flow
    where the cattle are a grazing
    and the spanish ponies grow
    where the northerns come on whistling
    from behind the neutral strip
    and the prairie dogs are sneezing
    as if they had “the grip”
    but the coyotes come a howling
    “round the ranches after dark
    and the mocking-birds are singin’
    to the lovely “medder lark”
    where the big hoards are grazing
    and the lonely lovers talk
    it was there that i intended
    the cowboys’ christmas spot

    the boys have left the ranches
    and come to town in piles
    the ladies—”kinder scatterin’”
    had gathered in for miles
    the room was togged out gorgeous
    with mistletoe and shawls
    and candles flickered frescoes,
    around the airy walls
    the “wimmin folks” looked lovely
    the boys looked kinder treed
    till the leader got to yelling
    hey fellows lets stampede
    and the music started sighin’,
    an’ awailin’ through the hall
    as a kind of introduction
    to the cowboy’s christmas ball

    their leader was a fellow
    that came from swenson’s ranch
    they called him windy billy
    from little dead man’s ranch
    his rig was “kinder keerless,”
    he had the reputation
    that comes when “fellers shoots”
    his voice was like a bugle
    upon the mountain’s height
    his feet were animated
    in a mighty movin’ sight
    when he commenced to holler,
    neow, fellers stake your pen!
    lock horns ter all them heifers,
    and wrestle ‘em like men
    saloot yer lovely critters;
    now swing and let ‘em go
    climb the grape vine
    ’round ‘em—all hands do-ce-do!
    you mavericks, jine the round-up
    jest skip her waterfall
    hit was gettin’ happy,
    the cowboys’ christmas ball!

    don’t tell me ’bout cotillions,
    or germans. no sire ‘ee!
    that whirl at anson city
    just takes the cake with me.
    i’m sick of lazy shufflin’s,
    of them i’ve had my fill
    give me a frontier break-down,
    backed up by windy bill

    where gals aren’t no where
    where the windy leafs are shown
    i’ve seen all the hardness
    and so i saw them all
    oh, bill, i sha’n't forget yer,
    and i’ll oftentimes recall,
    that lively gaited sworray
    the cowboys’ christmas ball.
    oh, bill, i sha’n't forget yer,
    and i’ll oftentimes recall,
    that lively gaited sworray
    the cowboys’ christmas ball

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