Текст песни
There s red dust on the rye, will not see my pain, all i know is you my friend
In the early summer rain, all i know is you my friend Early, there s a red flying horse by the roadside
Out where it s gets lonesome, there s wind down in these ditches
Hope we catch a good tail wind, there s a silver tear in my eyes, out where it gets lonesome
In the early summer rain, he don t miss a thing, there s a silver tear in my eyes
out where it gets lonesome
in the early summer rain
There s wind down in these ditches, out when it gets lonesome
i watch through many windows
there s a silver tear in my eyes
I watch through many windows, will not see my pain
There s a silver tear in my eyes, take me to the purple mountain Summer, i see with my eyes closed
Out where it gets lonesome, out where it gets lonesome
Red rail hawk s the king, there s a silver tear in my eyes, in the early summer rain
Out where it s gets lonesome, there s a silver tear in my eyes
Where nobody knows my name, will not see my pain
all i know is you my friend
Some words can t be spoken, he don t miss a thing
there s wind down in these ditches
There s wind down in these ditches, some words can t be spoken Summer, will not see my pain
He don t miss a thing, out where it gets lonesome, in the early summer rain
red rail hawk s the king
there s a silver tear in my eyes
Will not see my pain, out where it gets lonesome
some things can t be explained
Diamondback he s the tax man, red rail hawk s the king, there s red dust on the rye
Out where it gets lonesome, there s wind down in these ditches, i see with my eyes closed
Out where there s no forgiveness, me and him are gonna take a little ride
There s a silver tear in my eyes, in the early summer rain, in the early summer rain
Will not see my pain, take me to the purple mountain
Out where it gets lonesome, i dream with my eyes open
There s wind down in these ditches, me and him are gonna take a little ride
Out where it gets lonesome, some words can t be spoken
Out where it gets lonesome, some things can t be explained, there s red dust on the rye
In the early summer rain, out where it gets lonesome Welch, out where s there s no blame
where nobody knows my name
There s a silver tear in my eyes, in the early summer rain
But there s storm up on the ridges, some words can t be spoken
Out where it gets lonesome, in the early summer rain, out where s there s no blame
In the early summer rain, will not see my pain Rain, out where it gets lonesome
there s red dust on the rye