Текст песни: Great Plains Tour + перевод

They closed down the stockyards and they tore up the tracks

Now it’s faded away to just a name on the map

A café and a four-way and a hotel saloon

Regrets of the memories that never came true

But the billboard at the post office says we’re coming through

On the never ending highways great plains tour

The diesels and the Greyhounds, they know how it feels

We spend our nights on the stage and our days at the wheel

There’s smoke on the bull fiddle and horse hair on the bow

Mileage on the strings and rosin on the road

Tuned flat to the flatland on a stretch straight and true

On the never ending highways great plains tour

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From Fairbanks to Flin Flon we’ll play them all

Hotels and barrooms, rodeos and halls

A string of one-nighters one day at a time

We’ll play them all Spider and I

From the dark territory on the bison bone range

All the Forts and the Lacs, the Prince’s and Saints

From a Bar Named Sue down to Boundary Creek

And the Mosquito River Inn, we spent a month there one week

And if the Sasquatch hadn’t burned down we would’ve played there to

On the never ending highways great plains tour

All the kickers and the cowboys out on the edge

We’ll tune up tonight and play one more set

The empty glass bottles are all in a line

We made friends across the country a table at a time

And we’ll see them the next time that we’re passing through

On the never ending highways great plains tour

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On the never ending highways great plains tour

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