Текст песни: Over My Head Again + перевод

Eight o’clock on a Saturday

Drinkin' beer in a downtown café

Tom T. Hall on the radio

Selling seats to an all-star rodeo

A stranger took the chair next to me

He said «Are those your matches, can I have one please?»

We got talkin' 'bout the way the world was goin'

And the death of the dollar bill

Ah, Bobbi the waitress, kept bringin' us beer

We got to laughin' so hard

We both sat there in tears

I was feelin' so good

I could stay there for years

By the time it got to nine or ten

I was over my head again

He said «Are you ready to go somewhere?

I’ve got some friends and some business in Bel-Air»

I said «Yes, that would be alright»

I could stand a ride in the moonlight

So he took me to his car in the back

It was a block long Lincoln that was midnight black

We went weavin' through the weekend traffic

Makin' all the yellow lights

We were wavin' at the people with the windows rolled down

Clappin' to the tape deck playin' James Brown

Sure liked the way he was showin' me around

My focus was beginnin' to dim

I was over my head again

We pulled into a gravel drive

Two front doors that stood twelve feet wide

We walked in like we owned the place

Pushin' through the crowd we found our way inside

Fifty people in every room

And every room was big enough to be Grant’s Tomb

Someone grabbed me by the hand

And dragged me to the place where the music was

We were down on a dance floor high as a kite

There were bankers and tellers feelin' alright

Somebody told me I’d stay there all night

My safety margin paper thin

I was over my head again

Oh, my safety margin paper thin

I was over my head

Over my head

Over my head again

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