Bed in the Desert Songtext
von Bourbon Crow

Well mama I′m writing a letter home 'Cause I know that you think what I done was wrong But I′m here to tell ya I got no regrets Well you know your boy he don't take no shit And thats exactly why I killed that son of a bitch And now I'm doin′ life, in this metal pit Well a man′s gotta do what he's gotta do Though his consequences can be cruel With a one way ticket to the graveyard And I′m driving the hearse And I made you a bed in the desert Well the story I'm about to tell And the first verse ya heard it didn′t end so well For that loose lip, non-English speaking immigrant I Said "I don't know what the hell you′re sayin' And this bottle I'm drinkin′ got me to thinkin′ Every dog has his day and that dog was barking." Well a man's gotta do what he′s gotta do Though his consequences can be cruel with a one way ticket to the graveyard And I'm driving the hearse And I made you a bed in the desert I said "Adios Amigo Hope you enjoyed your last burrito, If you have any final words let them be heard" No Comprende Señor And I made you a bed... In The Desert Quelle (Planet-13.co.uk)