My shadow left my mind and went a walkin' 'round and found a nickel on the ground And the buffalo upon one side he got up and walked away And the indian
CHORUS: Hear the Voice of Change, hear the winds of movin' on... hear the song of not the same thing, hey... Hey, you there in the tie, let me bend
As I rode into Tombstone on my horse, his name was Mack I saw what I'll relate to you, going on behind my back It seems the folks were up-in-arms, a man
Traduction: Proffit, Mason. Voix du changement.
Traduction: Delà de la chair. Prophéties Of The Dead.
