Текст и слова песни Bruce Hornsby & The Range – Stander On The Mountain
Well
And he stands at the banquet room bar
Looking over the crowd
Reunion band playing too loud
And he sees his fellow old star
Looks him up and down
Sees a little of himself in his frown
The stander on the mountain, looking for the fountain
To drink some, to think some about the old days
King of the mountain
Nothing could be found of the old ways, the old days
When he was the one and the stander on the mountain runs
Let us sit and talk of old times
That's what we're supposed to do
And you don't look a day over thirty-two
Yes, we were so funny and wild
There's an old friend of mine
Says I'm looking back most all the time
And the stander on the mountain, listens to the sound
Of the city streets, the lonely heat, the town he once owned
King of the mountain
Nothing could be found of the old ways, the old days
When he was the one, oh and the stander on the mountain runs
And king of the hill runs away
Oh, she's knocking on your door tonight
Oh, she wants to see if she remembers right
Say won't you come outside tonight? Alright
They drive to the lookout on the hill
When it was over
They sat there and looked back
Tomorrow was way in the distance
Tomorrow was a long time away
Nobody thought much about it
There's nothing wrong if we live for today
I recall when you filled it on up and you bowed to the crowd
Girls in the short skirts screaming loud
The stander on the mountain, looking for the fountain
To drink some, to think some about the old days
Big man around town
Nothing could be found of the old ways, the old days
When he was the one and the stander on the mountain runs
King of the hill runs away, now
King of the hill runs away
And he stands at the banquet room bar
Looking over the crowd
Reunion band playing too loud
And he sees his fellow old star
Looks him up and down
Sees a little of himself in his frown
The stander on the mountain, looking for the fountain
To drink some, to think some about the old days
King of the mountain
Nothing could be found of the old ways, the old days
When he was the one and the stander on the mountain runs
Let us sit and talk of old times
That's what we're supposed to do
And you don't look a day over thirty-two
Yes, we were so funny and wild
There's an old friend of mine
Says I'm looking back most all the time
And the stander on the mountain, listens to the sound
Of the city streets, the lonely heat, the town he once owned
King of the mountain
Nothing could be found of the old ways, the old days
When he was the one, oh and the stander on the mountain runs
And king of the hill runs away
Oh, she's knocking on your door tonight
Oh, she wants to see if she remembers right
Say won't you come outside tonight? Alright
They drive to the lookout on the hill
When it was over
They sat there and looked back
Tomorrow was way in the distance
Tomorrow was a long time away
Nobody thought much about it
There's nothing wrong if we live for today
I recall when you filled it on up and you bowed to the crowd
Girls in the short skirts screaming loud
The stander on the mountain, looking for the fountain
To drink some, to think some about the old days
Big man around town
Nothing could be found of the old ways, the old days
When he was the one and the stander on the mountain runs
King of the hill runs away, now
King of the hill runs away
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