Testi:
The Byrds Sweetheart Of The Rodeo

In South Carolina, there're many tall pines I remember the oak tree that we used to climb But now when I'm lonesome I always pretend That I'm headin'

me to live and I know why So I'd do life in prison for the wrongs I've done And I pray every night for death to come My life will be a burden every

Nothing was delivered And I tell this truth to you Not out of spite or anger But, simply because it's true Now you must provide some answers For what

Well gather round children, a story I will tell About Pretty Boy Floyd the outlaw, Oklahoma knew him well Was in the town of Shawnee on a Saturday afternoon

My buddies tell me that I should've waited They say I'm missing a whole world of fun But I still love them and I sing with pride I like the Christian

Clouds so swift Rain won't lift Gate won't close Railings froze Get your mind off wintertime You ain't goin nowhere Whoo-ee ride me high Tomorrow's the

The jukebox is playin' a honky-tonk song "One more", I keep sayin', "and then I'll go home" What good will it do me, I know what I'll find An empty bottle

spade lying by Oh, Willy, hey, Willy, I'm afraid of your ways Oh, Willy, hey, Willy, I'm afraid of your ways I'm afraid you will lead my poor body astray

my lonely heart is aching tonight For that girl I left behind And, oh, what I'd give if I could be there tonight With the sweetheart who's waitin' for