Southern Cross David Broza - דויד ברוזה

I don’t like their way of livin’
I just don’t care anymore
I’m headed back
To the banks of Illidor
Pack me up some things
Get a guitar that sings
Ride a jalopy out to the West

I’ll find me a girl
Lay my head upon the floor
Let her send me to rest
I’ll buy the bullets
If she has a gun
I’m tired – I’m tired
Of the morning sun

I want to see the moon
When it rises above
The last girl I’ll ever love
I want to see the moon
When it rises above
The last girl I’ll ever love

Well, the green of the city
Ain’t the green of the land
Aw, I’m still young
But I’m green as I can
But I tend to get dark
And I tend to go far
As far as the nearest
Wyoming bar