The Wild, Wild West (TV Theme) Songtext
von The City of Prague Philharmonic Orchestra
The Wild, Wild West (TV Theme) Songtext
Wild West, wild and windy sky
And a little hill to bury you when you die
Wild West, land of lusty men
We may never see those wonderful days again
Hallelujah, stranger
Cowboy murderers
Cowboys and miners
Rocky Mountain renegades
Pinheart′s Ford, Mexican gambler
Dealer cuts for the Ace of Spades
Gila monster, copperhead rattler
Thunder on the Buffalo
Bowie knife, razor, rifle
What a way for a fella to go
What a way to go, if you know you gotta go
Sunrise in bloodred sky
And lonesome hill to bury you when you die
Wild West, lusty, dusty men
Oh, you'll never hear a good love heart again
Hallelujah, stranger
Arizona hotter than Hades
In Nevada, fire at noon
Painted girls, calico ladies
Polished up like a brass spit too
Kansas farmer, Oregon fur
Hanging Judge or lynching bee
Gringo Joe, wanted for murder
String him up from the sycamore tree
Hang him in the morning from the sycamore tree
Sunset, purple-tinted sky
And a lonesome wind to sing you a lullaby
Wild West, that′s how it was then
We may never see those wonderful days again
Hallelujah, stranger!
Gold prospector digging that gold
Stagecoach coming with the mail
Every week another big hold 'em
Lock 'em up in the county jail
Dracula, Japanese, tramp and a diva
Jobs were made for traveling men
Soft young thing, Betty Lou Feener
Yippee!
We′re gonna bury again
Wild West, wild and windy sky
And a little hill to bury you when you die
Wild West, land of lusty men
We may never see those wonderful days again
Wild, wild, Wild West!
And a little hill to bury you when you die
Wild West, land of lusty men
We may never see those wonderful days again
Hallelujah, stranger
Cowboy murderers
Cowboys and miners
Rocky Mountain renegades
Pinheart′s Ford, Mexican gambler
Dealer cuts for the Ace of Spades
Gila monster, copperhead rattler
Thunder on the Buffalo
Bowie knife, razor, rifle
What a way for a fella to go
What a way to go, if you know you gotta go
Sunrise in bloodred sky
And lonesome hill to bury you when you die
Wild West, lusty, dusty men
Oh, you'll never hear a good love heart again
Hallelujah, stranger
Arizona hotter than Hades
In Nevada, fire at noon
Painted girls, calico ladies
Polished up like a brass spit too
Kansas farmer, Oregon fur
Hanging Judge or lynching bee
Gringo Joe, wanted for murder
String him up from the sycamore tree
Hang him in the morning from the sycamore tree
Sunset, purple-tinted sky
And a lonesome wind to sing you a lullaby
Wild West, that′s how it was then
We may never see those wonderful days again
Hallelujah, stranger!
Gold prospector digging that gold
Stagecoach coming with the mail
Every week another big hold 'em
Lock 'em up in the county jail
Dracula, Japanese, tramp and a diva
Jobs were made for traveling men
Soft young thing, Betty Lou Feener
Yippee!
We′re gonna bury again
Wild West, wild and windy sky
And a little hill to bury you when you die
Wild West, land of lusty men
We may never see those wonderful days again
Wild, wild, Wild West!
Writer(s): Richard Markowitz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

