Текст песни: Death of the American Song + перевод

Down in the valley

Where the Red River flows

Standing at a graveside

By the bramble and the rose

We’ve come to bid a fond farewell

In this our darkest hour

We’ve gone and neglected

Our pale wildwood flower

So beat the drum slowly as they carry her away

Wrapped in white linen as cold as the clay

I see Tammy and Patsy with their long black dresses on

Mourning the death of the American song

Songs that haunt our memories

Sung on porches long ago

All that’s left of them today

Are footprints in the snow

I’m waiting at the station

But I fear I wait in vain

'Cause Old 97

Is rusting in the rain

The radio is playing

Got the latest top ten on

The kind you hear today

That you know tomorrow will be gone

I see those painted faces

They are smiling on TV

And I find that they’re all

Rank strangers to me

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