https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZE9KWU-ntBk
I was a highwayman. Along the coach roads I did ride
With sword and pistol by my side
Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade
Many a soldier shed his lifeblood on my blade
The bastards hung me in the spring of twenty-five
But I am still alive.
I was a sailor. I was born upon the tide
And with the sea I did abide.
I sailed a schooner round the Horn of Mexico
I went aloft and furled the mainsail in a blow
And when the yards broke off they said that I got killed
But I am living still.
I was a dam builder. Across the river deep and wide.
Where steel and water did collide
A place called Boulder on the wild Colorado
I slipped and fell into the wet concrete below
They buried me in that great tomb that knows no sound
But I am still around..I'll always be around..and around and around and
around and around
I fly a starship across the Universe divide
And when I reach the other side
I'll find a place to rest my spirit if I can
Perhaps I may become a highwayman again
Or I may simply be a single drop of rain
But I will remain
And I'll be back again, and again and again and again and again..
I was a highwayman. Along the coach roads I did ride
With sword and pistol by my side
Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade
Many a soldier shed his lifeblood on my blade
The bastards hung me in the spring of twenty-five
But I am still alive.
I was a sailor. I was born upon the tide
And with the sea I did abide.
I sailed a schooner round the Horn of Mexico
I went aloft and furled the mainsail in a blow
And when the yards broke off they said that I got killed
But I am living still.
I was a dam builder. Across the river deep and wide.
Where steel and water did collide
A place called Boulder on the wild Colorado
I slipped and fell into the wet concrete below
They buried me in that great tomb that knows no sound
But I am still around..I'll always be around..and around and around and
around and around
I fly a starship across the Universe divide
And when I reach the other side
I'll find a place to rest my spirit if I can
Perhaps I may become a highwayman again
Or I may simply be a single drop of rain
But I will remain
And I'll be back again, and again and again and again and again..
Vastaukset 7
Vanhimmat
An old cowboy went ridin' out one dark and windy day
Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way
When all at once a mighty herd of red eyed cows he saw
A-plowing through the ragged sky and up a cloudy draw
Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel,
Their horns were black and shiny and their hot breath he could feel
A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky
For he saw the Riders comin' hard and heard their mournful cry
Yippie yi ohhhh
Yippie yi aayyy,
The Ghost Riders in the sky
Their faces burned, their eyes was blurred, their shirts was soaked with sweat
They're ridin' hard to catch that herd, but they ain't caught 'em yet
'Cause they've got to ride forever on that range up in the sky
On horses snorting fire
As they ride on hear their cry
As the riders loped on by him, he heard one call his name
If you want to save your soul from Hell a-riding on our range
Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride
Tryin' to catch that Devil's herd, across these endless skies
Yippie yi aaaay
Yippie yi ohhhh,
The Ghost Riders in the sky
The Ghost Riders in the skyyyy!
Thanks to Steve Block for the correction
Thanks to David Gareau for the correction
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BvGk0rNp1Yc
A Fistful Of Dollars by Ennio Morricone
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CpZjvbSC9_M
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Onkohan tämäkin nyt uhoamista hullujen mielestä? Ai Ai seuraavvaks laitetaan röllimetsän rölli joten varokaa etttei paska valahda lahkeeseen?
Rölli- Tässä tulee hirmuinen rölli
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FTpUVZMvEEE
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