Buddy, tip your bottle back, climb aboard the busJoin your brothers in the bandIf you ain't bombed in BirminghamThen you ain't one of us, we don't really give a damnLondon is a hundred miles a-waitin' where we're atAnd a thousand years behindSplitting from a sorry gig that left us feelin' flatOut of sight and out of mindCruisin' through the countryside, we'll never see againAin't it lonesome out tonight?We've been on this road now since I can't remember whenOut of mind and out of sightBuddy tip your bottle back and climb aboard the busJoin your brothers in the bandIf you ain't bombed in Birmingham then you ain't one of usWe don't really give a damnYeah, I been everywhere and I seen everything there isBut I never saw the lightScared to death of dyin' so I do my best to liveOut of mind and out of sightKnowin' no one nowhere's gonna miss us when we're goneLet's keep drinkin' 'til we're blindEverybody's sleepin' and I'm stuck inside a songOutta sight and outta lineSomeday when it's over and it's time to settle downAnd we've left it all behindWe can sit and wonder how we ever got aroundOut of sight and out of mindOut of sight and out of mind
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Kristoffer Kristofferson (Brownsville, Texas; 22 de junio de 1936-Hana, Hawái; 28 de septiembre de 2024) fue compositor de música country, actor y cantante estadounidense ilustre por canciones como Me and Bobby McGee, For the Good Times, Sunday Mornin' Comin'…
