Besedila: Eagles. Out of Control.

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Words and Music by Don Henley, Glenn Frey and Tommy Nixon

Oh my don't the sky look spacious
With the stars all shinin' down
Well I can hear the night wind howlin'
It's a high and lonesome sound

And I ain't had a woman in so long
I can't feed my starvin' soul
Come on saddle up boys
We're gonna ride in to town
We're gonna get a little out of control

There's a card game in the corner
And the barmaid smiled at me
Well I tipped her a silver dollar
And she brought me a drink for free

All the town folk call her the cheap one
And the gamblers call her Flo
Come on set 'em up again
I got me a friend
And I think I'm gettin' out of control

She's cool water Her momma taught her
I got news she's mine and mine alone

And if anybody's lookin' for trouble
You know I'm the one you want to try
Well I'll fight any man who wants to
And I don't care who or why

You got to gamble on your story
You got no guts you get no glory
And I'm bettin' my money on an ace in the hole
Think I'm getting' out of control.