Текст Paul Heaton & Jacqui Abbott – The Horse And Groom

From a hip saloon
In the Horse and Groom
Cowboy rides alone now
Whistling different tune

Cause it’s time to lose the whiskey
To step down off that stool
The stallion riding, pistol hiding
Sentimental fool

I won’t ride into the sunset
Behind me, only grief
I won’t say that I don’t love her
With a toothpick in my teeth

I rode into this one-horse town
When the horse had just three legs
And now they’re trying to rid this place
Of the lowlifes and the dregs

Dig that ground, and six feet down
For everyone to see
The saddle of that trusty steed
And me

This arthritic pain
In the pouring rain
Whilst inside on the jukebox
Tammy sings again

The next time that you see these boots
They’ll not be on my feet
They’ll be hanging from the slow coach
To the local cemetery

A true cowboy will lay his hat
Which way the bottles spin

I rode into this one-horse town
When the horse had just three legs
And now they’re trying to rid this place
Of the lowlifes and the dregs

Dig that ground, and six feet down
For everyone to see
The saddle of that trusty steed
And me

From a hip saloon
In the Horse and Groom
Difficult to believe now
He was a cowboy in his day…