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Turner Cody - Mr. Wrong şarkı sözleri

Sanatçı: Turner Cody

albüm: Friends in High Places


I'm underneath the buzzards circling the sun
In the footsteps of an outlaw on the run
I'm looking at the crows feeding from the rows
Of golden wheat and corn and sorghum
I'm walking with my hat and black boots on
On the trail of a man named Mr. Wrong
Back in Santa Fe I set out on my way
With silver badge, tobacco, and gun
I passed out on the stairs when I stopped at Miss Claire's
At Miss Mary's they carried me to my room
I'm walking with my hat and black boots on
On the trail of a man named Mr. Wrong
Thin whispers of the man I pick up where I can
But I don't know who he is or where he's from
And the figure in the mirror says, "what you doing here?
You're so far from the place where you belong"
And I never meant to do the things I've done
And I'm cursing the person I've become
Just walking with my hat and black boots on
On the trail of a man named Mr. Wrong

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