Lee Hazlewood - Cowboy In Sweden (1970) by Lee Hazlewood (보컬) on maniadb.com

Four years down and twenty one to blow
Ten thousand more breakfasts to go
Fourteen million seconds of living this way
And I guess it's time I started to pray them bars away

I wonder what you're doing since I don't see you none
Are you still a doin' all them rotten things we done
If you've got some spare time why don't you learn to pray
Maybe you can help me to pray them bars away

Remember old Red Barber we checked out last night
He still hold them eighteen years it serves the devil's right
He checked out in a casket he've been sixty two today
I heard that he went crazy tryin' to pray them bars away

Sometimes I miss the women and miss them all I do
Sometimes I miss the whiskey and I miss the good times too
Sometimes I miss my mama I saw her Christmas Day
But I never miss a time to pray them bars away

I'm told I should be thankful for everything I've got
So thank you for the rock walls and the brave bulls thanks a lot
And thank you for the good job and twenty cents a day
Thank you for the break time to pray them bars away

Standing on the corner with a raggedi-old suitcase by my side
Waiting for a Greyhound bus to come along so I can hook a ride
Gonna go as far as 14 dollars will take a fool like me
Gotta find a place where I can hide, you know I must forget Marie
Marie

I'm standing on the corner feeling raindrops raise tears down my face
Try and losers tears and knowing that I never should have run the race
Never should have let her built a house of love, it's falling in on me
Gotta find a place where I can hide, you know I must forget Marie
Marie

I'm standing on the corner with a raggedi-old suitcase by my side
Waiting for the Greyhound bus to come along so I can hook a ride

In the waking hours of some not too distant morning
You come walking barefoot to this cowl pulled mind
Selling yesterday's dreams wrapped in tomorrow's paper
Whistling for a dog named kindness that you'll never find
It's a cold, hard world love
These are cold hard times
These are cold hard times

Standing in some narrow space you'll hear your mother crying
For the thoughts she had and didn't use and now they're gone
And your father is still out back he's selling and he's buying
There's nothing he can give you 'cause he's never once been wrong
It's a cold, hard world love
These are cold hard times
These are cold hard times

I heard my brother died last week or was it just a rumor
From an overdose of hate taken in his veins
I heard the preachers said God must have a sense of humor
'cause when they put him in the grave it didn't even rain
It's a cold, hard world love
These are cold hard times
These are cold hard times
These are cold hard times

One night Johnny sang the truth to me
On a northbound train from Nashvile Tennessee
Taught me all the letters in a lam
Sang 'freedom is where you think it is
But there ain't no train to Stockholm'

Recieved your invitation to the war
I sent it back so please don't send no more
I'd rather rot in some jail all alone
Singin' "freedom is where you think it is
But there ain't no train to Stockholm'

If I have to ride this train a hundred years
And all I drink is my own tears
I'll not kill for you or on my own
Singin' 'freedom is where you think it is
But there ain't no train to Stockholm'

Government send politicians too
There's lots of people feel the way we do
A hundred million of us can't be wrong
Singin' 'freedom is where you think it is
But there ain't no train to Stockholm'

We rode on trains with hunger and pain but we didn't cry
Easy and me and some other guy
We hook some rides, stood side by side and watch cars go by
Easy and me and some other guy
The days and the nights we cared for each other
The wrongs and the rights we shared with each other
Then one day last week she kissed my cheek and whispered goodbye
Then Easy walked on with some other guy