Paroles de Festive Shapes

The sun is out, my lips are red Another town is up ahead Grab a shot and choke it down Flee from the site without a sound The dusty trail and U.S. mail The desert haze and cactus Got a job that I must do If I don't die before I'm through Long riders, dying breed Leather pouch is all I need Got a job that must be done Ride away into the sun [x2] The sun is set, I've won my bet Lived through the day, collect my pay I'll saddle up next time in town So I can bring the mail down The dusty trail and U.S. mail The desert haze and cactus Got a job that I must do If I don't die before I'm through Long riders, dying breed Leather pouch is all I need Got a job that must be done Ride away into the sun