Feet hit the ground', feet leaving townQuicker than a bullet or a knifeFalling ain't no fun, when you're on the runHoney we was runnin' for our lifeWhen Stagger Lee had drunk his fill of moonlightHe turned his burnin' eyes upon my soul"It's time, by God, to spend this night with someone else", he said"Squeeze a little pleasure from the gold, love and glory"But we can take it easy when we're oldHe said, "We'll take us into town, lay our money downI'll bring you to the sweetest thing that growsBecause the fairest ones in sight, are bloomin' every nightAt a tavern called the Sabre and the Rose"We swang into the saddle slick as breathingAnd slapped 'em once for pleasure with the reinsThe horses snorted frosty in the moonlightSomethin' dark was singing in my veinsOlder than the voices in my brainHe said, "This place you're gonna see is where they live and breatheAnd sink down a little bit deeper every dayAnd sometimes at night, when the wind is runnin' rightYou can hear it suckin' thirty miles away"Then the light was crimsonAnd I found her all naked and eternal and insaneSacred as the mysteries around herLike a veil nothin' but her prison was profaneAll we had in common was our chainsAh, burn it down boys, burn it to the groundBoys, burn it on downFeet hit the ground, feet leaving townQuicker than a bullet or a knifeAll the way she ran, holdin' to my handRunnin' for the river and our lifeSlidin' from the moonlight into shadows, silent as the river as it flowsSwimmin' to the place they'll never find usAll we left behind us was our clothes and the storiesChildren sing about the sabre and the rose
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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'…
