Bob Weir все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

I have seen where the wolf has slept by the silver
stream.
I can tell by the mark he left you were in his dream.
Ah, child of countless trees.
Ah, child of boundless seas.
What you are, what you're meant to be
Speaks his name, though you were born to me,
Born to me,

Moses came riding up on a quasar
His spurs were a-jingling, the door was ajar
His buckle was silver, his manner was bold
I asked him to come on in out of the cold
His brain was boiling, his reason was spent
He said if nothing was borrowed then nothing was lent
I asked him for mercy, he gave me a gun
Said Now n'again these things just got to be done

Laid back in an old saloon, with a peso in my hand,
Watchin flies and children on the street,
And I catch a glimpse of black-eyed girls who giggle
when I smile,
Theres a little boy who wants to shine my feet.

And its three days ride from bakersfield and I dont
know why I came.

I went down to the mountain, I was drinking some wine,
Looked up in the heavens lord I saw a mighty sign,
Writtn fire across the heaven, plain as black and
white;
Get prepared, theres gonna be a party tonight.

Uhuh, hey! saturday night!
Yeh, uhuh one more saturday night,