Слова:
Townes Van Zandt A Song For

Sung out my heart for what it was worth Never again shall I ramble There's nowhere left in this world where to go My arms, my legs they're a-tremblin

For the sake of the song And who do I think that I am To decide that she's wrong She'd like to think I was cruel, she knows that's a lie For I would

for the sake of the song Who do I think that I am to decide that she's wrong She'd like to think that I'm cruel but she knows that's a lie for I would