Слова:
The Byrds Sweetheart Of The Rodeo

spade lying by Oh, Willy, hey, Willy, I'm afraid of your ways Oh, Willy, hey, Willy, I'm afraid of your ways I'm afraid you will lead my poor body astray

my lonely heart is aching tonight For that girl I left behind And, oh, what I'd give if I could be there tonight With the sweetheart who's waitin' for

Well, you've got a reputation For running around Ain't gonna take your fooling, baby You know you better settle down Because you ain't doing nothing

Well gather round children, a story I will tell About pretty boy Floyd the outlaw, Oklahoma knew him well Was in the town of Shawnee on a Saturday afternoon

One hundred years from this day Will the people still feel this way? Still say the things that they're saying right now Everyone said I'd hurt you They

My buddies tell me that I should've waited They say, "I'm missing a whole world of fun" But I still love them and I sing with pride I like the Christian

The jukebox is playin' A honky-tonk song "One more," I keep sayin' "And then I'll go home" What good will it do me I know what I'll find An empty bottle

In South Carolina, there're many tall pines I remember the oak tree that we used to climb But now when I'm lonesome I always pretend That I'm headin'

me to live and I know why So I'd do life in prison for the wrongs I've done And I pray every night for death to come My life will be a burden every