The Scabs

The Scabs - clark gable lyrics

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I feel like Clark Gable in the misfits
huggin' and kissin' Marilyn Monroe
find a place in the shade a shelter from
the desert heat
when you know you have to go ...
you know you have to go ...

call off the round-up, let the horses go
cause they're misfits, just like you
call of the round-up, let the horses go
let 'em go!

I feel like Clark Gable!

and Gay enraged he gets the mustang back
struggles for it, lets it go
that's a golden thing to do
a golden thing to do!

hey Monty! how does it feel?
to find out it's Clarks last reel
hey Monty! how does it feel!
how does it feel?

Roslyn Tabor comes to Reno
to find a rugged and aging cowboy
"a man who's afraid to die
is a man who's afraid to live"
but even cowboys, they grow old
even cowboys have to go

you're a master over horse and man
but you don't let it show
that's a golden thing to do
a golden thing to do ...
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Author: Berre Bergen, Franky Saenen, Mark Vanbinst

Composer: ?

Publisher: EMI Music Belgium NV/SA

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Released in: 1984

Language: English

Appearing on: For All The Wolf Calls (1984)

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