Well, he walked down to the station With a pistol in his hand The heat was rising off the desert sand And it scorched the bairn land Well, he packed up his bags and he headed west With a dream in his pocket he would ride The heat was rising on the desert sand From the truth he couldn't hide Broken man, broken man with a pistol in his hand The heat was rising on the desert sand And it scorched the bairn land When he walked out of the factory With a pay check in his hand The heat was rising off the city streets And it scorched his careless hand As he headed down his lonely streets In his broken down part of town He crossed over the dividing line And swore he'd never be found Broken man, broken man with a pay check in his hand The heat was rising off the city streets And he scorched is calloused hand Well, he walked down to the station With a pistol in his hand The heat was rising off the city streets And it scorched his careless hand Well, he walked out of his office With a briefcase in his hand His greed has turned to bitterness Like so many broken plans He grabbed his coat, left his resignation on the desk He didn't leave a forwarding address The heat was rising throughout the land And through the night he ran Broken man, broken man with a briefcase in his hand The heat was rising throughout the land And through the night he ran Broken man, broken man with a pistol in his hand The heat was rising throughout the land And through the night he ran © EMI LONGITUDE MUSIC INC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com