Текст песни I'm in a Pickle (Livingston Taylor) с переводом

I’m in a pickle

I ain’t got a nickel

Stuck in the middle

And I’m running away

I can’t pound this

Cold, cold ground

I’m going where the palm trees sway

I’m running away

Raised up right in Manitoba

Cold comes early and the wheat won’t grow

Momma was kind daddy was surly

And I never met a soul that I did not know

My friend Earl liked to borrow

All sorts of things that he found

He told the Mounties it was me

Adios I’m sou’west bound

Three thousand miles of US border

Picked my point in the dark of the night

Left the land of peace and order

Drove to Reno messy and bright

Sure was fun when I walked through the door

The dice were clicking and the whiskey was free

Three hours later it got quiet

Everybody was looking for me

(Chorus)

Hallelujah

I am on a train

Someone forgot to lock the lock

And I am free again

Dirt road northern Utah

Found myself with the sheriff’s old gun

Shot my foot when I touched the trigger

I could barely hobble when I needed to run

Parked myself in Annabelle’s kitchen

Lord she was mad when she saw what I’d done

Snuck out the back, sat in the bushes

Waited for the hounds to come

Ah Tucson bright and sunny

Newly wed, nearly dead

Got a young wife who looks at me funny

Is it something I did, is it something I said

Came to me late one night

Three songs shy of the end of a show

That the only thing I did learn

Was how much I did not know

(Chorus)

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