The eagles always mange to take me deep into there songs, I'm in the scene they describe in the song, I can smell the gun smoke, taste the dirt in my mouth, smell the horses and want a glass of whiskey.
"Well, the towns lay out across the dusty plains
Like graveyards filled with tombstones, waitin' for the names
And a man could use his back, or use his brains "
Like graveyards filled with tombstones, waitin' for the names
And a man could use his back, or use his brains "
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