Run The Ridges — текст песни (Kingston Trio)

John Stewart

Well, I hope to tell you, Johnny, that I lay that rifle down but leave the noose and the calaboose and headed for another town.

Well, I`ve got your name in San Jose and your picture`s there to see.
And they`re shootin` men in Texas just because they look like me.

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And we will run the ridges of our green land Tennessee
And we will hide for forty years if that`s what`s meant to be, meant to be, meant to be.
Meant to be, meant to be, meant to be.

Maybe we could try Mexico and cross the desert sand,
But they`re guardin` `cross the border `case we swim the Rio Grande

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Well, they`ll rope and tie you, Johnny, and they`ll throw you to the ground
And they`ll let you hang a week or two `fore they cut your body down.

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