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Roy Orbison
Roy Orbison


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Настоящее имя Roy Kelton Orbison
Дата рождения 23 апреля 1936 г.
Место рождения Vernon, Texas, United States
Дата смерти 6 декабря 1988 г.
Место смерти Nashville, Tennessee, United States
Жанры Rockabilly
Pop
Годы 1954—1988
Лейблы Virgin Records
Asylum Records
Mercury Records
London Records
PolyGram Records
Monument Records
Sun Records
MGM Distribution
См. также Traveling Wilburys
Class of '55
Сайт Website



Альбом Roy Orbison



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You're the figure of a woman
You're the mind of a child
A pretty whirlwind

You don't know just what you're doing
When you love me with your smile
A lovely whirlwind

A whirlwind Of warm desire
Whirlwind, Burning fire Woman, realize
That the devil in disguise, Is a whirlwind


Born to be running wild and free
Whirlwind

Born to make fools of guys like me
You pick me up like a whirlwind
You put me down like a whirlwind
Each time you touch me I'm trouble-bound
Whirl,whirl,whirlwind, Whirl,whirl,whirlwind
Whirl,whirl,whirlwind, Whirl,whirl,whirlwind
Whirlwind

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I'll bring you the talon from an eagle
A big black pearl from the sea
I'll bring one and twenty ponies
If you'll bring Wildflower to me

Medicine Man,Make your magic mine
Turn Wildflower to a clinging vine
Medicine man won't you please help me
Don't leave me down in misery

Rattle them bones,then roll them stones
And make Wildflower mine

I will bring you white buffalo
I'll bring honey from the bee
I'll keep fire-water flowing
If you'll get the big chief to agree

Medicine Man, Help me if you can
Write a secret message in the sand
Medicine man, please let her know
Tell Wildflower that I love her so


Take the breeze and shake the trees
And make Wildflower mine

Now she has no use for a white man
Helpless and worthless like me
Tell her father Big-Strong-Hand
To let Wildflower comfort me

Medicine man,medicine man
Let it be known throughout the land
Medicine man, medicine man
I have to have the hand of Wildflower

Take this piece of calico
Make a dress with a pretty bow
Tie it with a thread of lace
Take it to your secret place
Go into your sacred dance
Say a prayer for our romance
And make Wildflower mine

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Roly-oly on now, river
Roly-oly on your way
Roly-oly on now river
Wash my cares away

River so wide and so deep
Wake the sandman from his sleep
River remind him
He has a promise to keep

Roll on, mighty river
Running wild and free
Get along now, river
Bring a dream to me

Hey now, river
Go down, River
Don't slow down, river
Bring a dream for me

Roly-oly on now, river


Roly-oly on your way
Roly-oly on now river
Take my troubles away

Robin Hood river, roll on
Go steal a dream from the dawn
River, you'll find me
Where all the dreamers have gone

Roll on, mighty river
Running wild and free
Get along now, river
And bring a dream to me

Hey now, river
Go down, River
Don't slow down, river
Bring that dream for me

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Hey here I go a lucky so and so
Happy 'cos I know I've got my fast guitar
Singing pretty songs, knowing I belong
I am first and last, and always a fast guitar

The fastest guitar alive
Rattling strings like a gattling gun
Shaped like a lovely woman
Stay right where you are
My guitar is a fast guitar
The fastest guitar alive

I'm rolling on like a rolling stone
gathering no moss, I play a boss guitar


The fastest guitar alive
Strumming like a battling soldier's drum
Shaped like a lovely woman
Stay right where you are
My guitar is a fast guitar
The fastest guitar alive

Hey here I go a lucky so and so
Happy 'cos I know I've got my fast guitar
The fastest guitar
The fastest guitar
The fastest guitar alive

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Wagons loaded full up ain't got time to pull up
On my way to Frisco back to San Fransisco
Rolling on Rolling on to San Fransisco
Rolling on to Frisco bay

Rolling on and lady luck is getting bolder
the high sheriff man looking over my shoulder yeah
Rolling on, Rolling on, Rolling on

Kicking up the hot dust San Fransisco or bust
Don't want to delay now hey I'm on my way now
Rolling on Rolling on to San Fransisco


Rolling on to Frisco bay

Rolling on and lady luck is getting bolder
the high sheriff man looking over my shoulder yeah
Rolling on,Rolling on, Rolling on

Born a loser not me ain't no troubles got me
Can't afford to be late San Fransisco won't wait
Rolling on, Rolling on

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Pistolero Pistolero.where do you ride? Pistolero Pistolero.you ride alone tonight.
One of brothers five one day vowed to try to make his way,
Joined the cattle drive to Mexico.threw in with some bandidos,
Here he learned the lingo. killed the man they call him Pistolero.
Five thousand pesos they put on your head.
Five thousand pesos to get you alive or dead.
Ride on ride hard in vaquero, fast as you can to her side.
Ah, but por mucho dinero, el noveno por nada have died.

Pistolero Pistolero.where do you roam? Pistolero Pistolero.on your way home.
Everytime a candle burns, waiting there for your return.


The candle is out Pistolero.I see the cabin down below.
Pistolero let her go.tonight you're mine Pistolero.
Five thousand pesos they put on your head.
Five thousand pesos to get you alive or dead.
Ah Pistolero Look around you.your son has set in the sky.
Oh Pistolero I found you, kiss Maria tell Maria goodbye.
Pistolero Pistolero, lay your head down.
Pistolero Pistolero, six feet underground.

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Come on now, have some fun
Good time party
Livin' lovin' everyone
Good time party time

Grab that girl and hold her tight
Good time party
Don't you know tonight's the night?
Good time party time
Have a good time party
Dance the night away
Have a good time party
It's time to laugh and play
Good time party
Good time party
It's good time party time


Everybody come along, good time party
Time for women, wine and song
Good time party time
Have a good time party, dance the night away
Have a good time party, it's time to laugh and play
Good time party, good time party

Everybody come along
Good time party
Time for women, wine and song
Good time party time
Good time party, good time party,
It's good time party time

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I want to talk to folks back home again, to walk along a lonely country lane To spend some time with that woman of mine, heading south, heading south
Things look bright and I feel alright yeah I'm heading south
Heading south to see the sun go down on camp fire light,to join the singing at night Heading south to cotton rows and honeysuckle bloom under the cumberland moon heading south, heading south

Give me room to travel on my way to a place where dreams all fade away where the river flows and tobacco grows heading south heading south Cause the sun is hot and people love a lot yeah I'm heading south
Heading south to see the sun go down on camp fire light, to join the singing at night Heading south to cotton rows and honeysuckle bloom under the cumberland moon Heading south, heading south

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LALALALALA............... An old man on his death bed whispered to me "you are the master of your destiny" A diamond is a diamond a stone a stone but a man's not all good nor all bad call them as you see them you'll stand alone You're the best friend that you ever had oh yeah you're the best friend that you ever had
So laugh when it's time to laugh, cry when it's time to cry, live while it's time to live you'll die when it's time to die LALALALALALA....................

Then he closed his eyes and left me alone, my old friend's death brought his wisdom home A diamond is a diamond a stone a stone but a man's not all good nor all bad Call them as you see them you'll stand alone, you're the best friend that you ever had oh yeah you're the best friend that you ever had
So laugh when it's time to laugh cry when it's time to cry live while it's time to live you'll die when it's time to die LALALALALALALA.................

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Listen all you people
Try and understand
You may be a soldier
Woman, Child or man

But there won't be many coming home
No, there won't be many coming home
oh, there won't be many
Maybe ten out of twenty
but there won't be many coming home

Now the old folks will remember
On that dark and dismal day
How their hearts were choked with pride
As their children marched away
Now the glory is all gone
They are left alone

And there won't be many coming home
No, there won't be many coming home
oh, there won't be many
Maybe five out of twenty
but there won't be many coming home


Look real closely at the soldier
Coming at you through the haze
He May be the younger brother who ran away
And before you kill another
Listen to what I say

Oh, there won't be many coming home
Oh, there won't be many coming home
Oh, there won't be many
There may not be any
but there won't be many coming home

If they all came back but one
He was still some mother's son
And there won't be many coming home

Oh, there won't be many coming home
Oh, there won't be many coming home
Oh, there won't be many coming home.......

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