I like your twisted point of view, Mike
I like your questioning eyebrows
You've made it pretty clear what you like
It's only fair to tell you now
that I leave early in the morning
and I won't be back till next year
I see that kiss-me pucker forming
but maybe you should plug it with a beer, cause
Papa was a rodeo - Mama was a rock'n'roll band
I could play guitar and rope a steer before I learned to stand
Home was anywhere with diesel gas - Love was a trucker's hand
Never stuck around long enough for a one night stand
Before you kiss me you should know
Papa was a rodeo
The light reflecting off the mirror ball
looks like a thousand swirling eyes
They make me think I shouldn't be here at all
You know, every minute someone dies
What are we doing in this dive bar
How can you live in a place like this
Why don't you just get into my car
and I'll take you away I'll take that kiss now, but
(boy) Papa was a rodeo...
And now it's 55 years later
We've had the romance of the century
After all these years wrestling gators*
I still feel like crying when I think of what you said to me
Papa was a rodeo...
Before you kiss me you should know - Papa was a rodeo
What a coincidence, your Papa was a rodeo too
Мне нравится твой необычный взгляд на мир, Майк,
Мне нравится твой пытливый взгляд.
Ты дал понять, что тебе нравится,
Теперь тебе пора узнать, что
Я уезжаю рано на рассвете,
Меня не будет здесь весь год.
Я вижу, что ты хочешь поцеловать меня,
Но лучше займи свой рот стаканом пива,
потому что
Мой папа был ковбоем на родео, мама пела в рок-н-ролльной группе
Я научился играть на гитаре и арканить лошадей раньше, чем я научился стоять
Дом был там, докуда хватало бензина, грузовик был моей семьей
Нигде не оставался больше чем на ночь,
Потому перед тем, как ты меня поцелуешь, тебе стоит знать:
Мой папа был ковбоем на родео
Блики света на зеркальном шаре
Как сотни глаз, наблюдающих за нами.
Они напоминают мне, что мне не стоит оставаться здесь.
Ведь каждую минуту кто-то умирает
Что мы делает в этой пьянчужной?
Как можешь ты жить в таком месте?
Может быть тебе стоит сесть в мою машину?
Я увезу тебя отсюда, я отвечу поцелуем на твой поцелуй,
Но
Мой папа был ковбоем на родео... (далее припев)
и теперь, спустя 55 лет
Наша любовь была романом века.
Спустя все эти годы борьбы с крысами
У меня все еще накатываются слезы на глаза,
когда я вспоминаю, как ты сказал мне, что
Твой папа был ковбоем на родео, мама была певицей в группе. I like your twisted point of view, Mike
I like your questioning eyebrows
You've made it pretty clear what you like
It's only fair to tell you now
that I leave early in the morning
and I will not be back till next year
I see that kiss-me pucker forming
but maybe you should plug it with a beer, cause
Papa was a rodeo - Mama was a rock'n'roll band
I could play guitar and rope a steer before I learned to stand
Home was anywhere with diesel gas - Love was a trucker's hand
Never stuck around long enough for a one night stand
Before you kiss me you should know
Papa was a rodeo
The light reflecting off the mirror ball
looks like a thousand swirling eyes
They make me think I should not be here at all
You know, every minute someone dies
What are we doing in this dive bar
How can you live in a place like this
Why do not you just get into my car
and I'll take you away I'll take that kiss now, but
(Boy) Papa was a rodeo ...
And now it's 55 years later
We've had the romance of the century
After all these years wrestling gators *
I still feel like crying when I think of what you said to me
Papa was a rodeo ...
Before you kiss me you should know - Papa was a rodeo
What a coincidence, your Papa was a rodeo too
I like your ordinary world view, Mike,
I like your inquisitive look.
You indicated that you like,
Now you ought to know that
I leave at early dawn,
I will not be here for the whole year.
I see that you want to kiss me,
But your mouth is better to borrow a glass of beer
because
My dad was a rodeo cowboy, mother sang in a rock and roll band
I learned to play guitar and lasso horses before I learned to stand
The house was there, how far enough gasoline truck was my family
Nowhere did not stay more than a night,
Because before you kiss me, you should know:
My dad was a cowboy at a rodeo
Glare of light on a mirror ball
As hundreds of eyes watching us.
They remind me that I should not stay here.
After all, every minute someone dies
What are we doing in this pyanchuzhnoy?
How can you live in such a place?
Maybe you should sit in my car?
I will take you out of here, I will kiss for your kiss,
But
My dad was a rodeo cowboy ... (the chorus)
and now, after 55 years
Our love was a novel of the century.
After all these years of struggle with rats
I still have tears in his eyes rolled,
when I remember you told me that
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