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Hier ein Western-Song alter Tradition in modern zum Thema sinnlose Gewalt. Im Grunde sehr amerikanisch und auch sehr aktuell, wie ich finde. Ein Fremder kommt in eine Stadt und gerät wegen eines harmlosen Flirts unverhofft in ein Duell auf Leben und Tod. Da beide schlecht mit der Pistole umgehen können, muss es am Ende das gute alte Bowie Messer richten, welches dem Song seinen Namen gibt. Viel Spaß.
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I got off the riverboat New Orleans
in spring of '82
I walked into a gambling house
as gamblers often do
I had myself a drink
and I joined in a poker game
the dealer was a woman
so I asked her for her name
She smiled at me so pretty
but a hush fell over the place
as a big man 'cross the table
stood up and slapped my face
Bowie knife, bowie knife
long glitterin' steel
if my gun don't take your evil life
you can bet my bowie knife will
I had my choice of weapons on
which would depend my life
I chose a set of pistols
and a long old bowie knife
I met him by the river
by the light of the rising sun
was I prepared to fight him
I feared my time had come
Bowie knife, bowie knife
long glitterin' steel
if my gun don't take your evil life
you can bet my bowie knife will
As we stood back to back there
on the duelin' green
I cursed the fate that had brought me
to the town of New Orleans
The referee started countin'
the paces one by one
when I heard him say twenty
I turned and fired my gun
I knew at once I'd missed and
I waited there in fear as
the stranger aimed and fired
but the bullet went by my ear
He threw away his pistol
and drew his bowie knife
I knew that razor edge
would soon snuff out my life
But somehow luck was with me
and my weapon found his side
he lay there on the duelin' ground
and he cursed me as he died
Bowie knife, bowie knife
long glitterin' steel
if my gun don't take your evil life
you can bet my bowie knife will
you can bet my bowie knife will
you can bet my bowie knife will
Anhang anzeigen Bowie Knife.mp3
I got off the riverboat New Orleans
in spring of '82
I walked into a gambling house
as gamblers often do
I had myself a drink
and I joined in a poker game
the dealer was a woman
so I asked her for her name
She smiled at me so pretty
but a hush fell over the place
as a big man 'cross the table
stood up and slapped my face
Bowie knife, bowie knife
long glitterin' steel
if my gun don't take your evil life
you can bet my bowie knife will
I had my choice of weapons on
which would depend my life
I chose a set of pistols
and a long old bowie knife
I met him by the river
by the light of the rising sun
was I prepared to fight him
I feared my time had come
Bowie knife, bowie knife
long glitterin' steel
if my gun don't take your evil life
you can bet my bowie knife will
As we stood back to back there
on the duelin' green
I cursed the fate that had brought me
to the town of New Orleans
The referee started countin'
the paces one by one
when I heard him say twenty
I turned and fired my gun
I knew at once I'd missed and
I waited there in fear as
the stranger aimed and fired
but the bullet went by my ear
He threw away his pistol
and drew his bowie knife
I knew that razor edge
would soon snuff out my life
But somehow luck was with me
and my weapon found his side
he lay there on the duelin' ground
and he cursed me as he died
Bowie knife, bowie knife
long glitterin' steel
if my gun don't take your evil life
you can bet my bowie knife will
you can bet my bowie knife will
you can bet my bowie knife will
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