Tired Wings - The Four Horsemen

I’m keeping a heater

I’m doing the best I can

Now I’m looking for something

You just wouldn’t understand

With a devil in my heart

And a shotgun in my hand

You’re gonna lose this man

I said, «You're gonna lose this man.»

I’m living a high line

I got shadows on my tail

Sharper than an old jackknife

And poison like a rusty nail

Won’t take «no» for an answer

I’m two steps ahead of the law

I count my friends on these four fingers

Who could ask for more?

I said, «Who could ask for more?»

Sometimes you gotta let your feelings show

Sometimes you gotta let the cold winds blow

Who’s gonna pay the piper for the song he sings?

And who’s gonna take some pitty on my lonely tired wings?

My tired wings, my tired wings

My tired wings, my tired wings

My tired wings, my tired wings

My tired wings, my tired wings

Kick it!

Life is such a lonely game

If you wanna play

The stakes are high and so am I

And sometimes, oh the devil pays

Blood is thicker than water, boy

And much deeper than your soul

You don’t find out too much 'round here

It’ll turn your heart to stone

Just turn your heart to stone!

Sometimes you gotta let your feelings show

Sometimes you gotta let the cold winds blow

Who’s gonna pay the piper for the song he sings?

And who’s gonna take some pity on my lonely tired wings?