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  • Текст песни Tristram Cary - The Ballad of the Last Chance Saloon XX

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    So fill up your glasses,
    And join in the song.
    The law’s right behind you,
    And it won’t take long.
    So come, you coyotes
    And howl at the moon,
    Till there’s blood upon the sawdust,
    In The Last Chance Saloon.

    On your way then you cowboys,
    The time will be soon,
    When there's blood upon the sawdust
    In the Last Chance Saloon.

    It's your last chance of cussing
    At a gunfighter's doom,
    It's your last chance of nothin'
    At the Last Chance Saloon!
    Till there's blood on the sawdust
    In the Last Chance Saloon.

    With rings on their fingers
    And bells on their toes
    The girls come to Tombstone
    In their high silk hose.
    They'll dance on the tables
    Or sing you a tune,
    For whatever's in your wallet
    At the Last Chance Saloon.

    On your way then, you lawmen,
    The time will be soon,
    When there's blood upon the sawdust
    In the Last Chance Saloon.

    It's your last chance of boozing,
    Where there's no-one to mind.
    It's your last chance of losing
    And the first place you'll find.
    When there's blood upon the sawdust
    In the Last Chance Saloon.
    When there's blood upon the sawdust
    In the Last Chance Saloon!

    You've a good chance of dyin',
    It's your last chance to hide.
    There won't be no flyin'
    Till your last, long ride.
    There's gamblers from Denver,
    There's guns from the South,
    And many a Cowboy
    With a dry dry mouth.
    There's a ragtime piana'
    And a small back room,
    For to sleep off your troubles
    In the Last Chance Saloon.

    With rings on their fingers
    And bells on their toes,
    The girls come to Tombstone
    In their high silk hose.
    You've a good chance of dying,
    It's your last chance to hide;
    There won't be no flyin'
    'Til your last, long ride.
    You've a good chance of swingin',
    It's your last chance to hide.
    And your last chance at singin'
    Till your last long ride.

    So pick him up gentle
    And carry him slow,
    He's gone kind of mental
    Under Earp's heavy blow.
    It's your last chance of boozing
    Where there's no-one to mind,
    It's your last chance of losing
    And the first place you find.

    It's your last chance of earning
    Your gunfighters fee.
    The pay is in dollars,
    But the bullets are free.
    It's your last chance of cussing
    At a gunfighters doom.
    It's your last chance of nothin'
    It's the Last Chance Saloon.

    So it's curtains for Charlie,
    That barman of fame.
    He met Johnny Ringo
    And he knew Johnny's name.
    He knew Johnny's name
    And he spoke it out loud.
    Now Charlie the barman
    Has gotten a shroud.
    He knew Johnny's name
    And he spoke it out loud.
    Now Charlie the barman
    Has gotten a shroud.

    Johnny Ringo has found her.
    Johnny Ringo's found Kate.
    The gunslinger's got her,
    Now what is her fate?
    Johnny Ringo has seen her,
    She's coming his way.
    Johnny Ringo and Katie
    Were lovers, they say.

    It's curtains for Warren,
    They've gunned the kid down.
    And them bad, cruel outlaws
    Are heading for town.
    On your way then you cowboys
    The time will be soon
    When there's blood on the sawdust
    In the Last Chance Saloon.

    He knew Johnny's name
    And he spoke it out loud.
    Now Charlie the barman
    Has gotten a shroud.
    It's curtains for Warren,
    They've gunned the kid down.
    And them bad, cruel outlaws
    Are heading for town.
    On your way then you cowboys,
    The time will be soon
    When there's blood on the sawdust
    In the Last Chance Saloon.

    So the Earps and the Clantons
    Are aimin' to meet,
    At the OK Corral
    Near Calamity Street.
    It's the OK Corral
    Boys of gun fighting fame,
    Where the Earps and the Clantons,
    They played out the game.
    They played out the game
    And we nevermore shall
    Hear a story the like
    Of the OK Corral.

    So the cards, they are drawn
    An' the chips, they are down,
    Them outlaws and lawmen
    Are headin' for town.
    And the Earps and the Clantons
    Are aimin' to meet
    At the OK Corral
    Near Calamity Street.

    So them bad, cruel outlaws
    Are meeting up soon.
    And they've drunk their last drink
    In the Last-Chance Saloon.

    It's the OK Corral
    Boys of gun fighting fame,
    Where the Earps and the Clantons,
    They played out their game.
    They paid their sins
    And they lost on the draw.
    For the Earps they was faster
    And they was the law.
    So beware all you cowboys
    Who's yearning to sin.
    If the Earps is the lawmen
    You ain't gonna win.

    Где уши и Клентоны,
    Они разыграли свою игру.
    Они заплатили свои грехи
    И они проиграли в розыгрыше.
    Для ушений они были быстрее
    И они были законом.
    Так что будьте осторожны, ковбои
    Кто жаждет греха.
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    Ты не собираешься победить.

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