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• Artiste: Dave Carter And Tracy Grammer
• Titre: Lancelot
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Lancelot rode on a swayback mare he won in a card game up north somewhere He was bottom-out lonely, he was too tired to care, staying one step ahead of the rain. Well, he blew into Broken Bow late last year Talkin at the vision of his lost Guinevere But he couldn't tell a grail from a glass of beer, so he settled for Lady Elaine He sang, "Yodelay-hee, I ain't no untarnished Galahad, down from Arcadia like a dream in your head. But gentle lady, lend me the true heart I never had And I'll wash the years from your bed With all the salt tears I have shed." Lancelot said. Well, morning came sleepy and morning came slow And the mirror revealed a face she didn't know And the last autumn robins were packing to go As another year slipped by the way. So she rose and she dressed and she pushed back the night Put up her hair by the dawn's early light And the man in her bed was an eagle in flight And a wicked old crow in the hay. Singing, "Yodelay-hee, I ain't no untarnished Galahad Down from Arcadia like a dream in your head But gentle lady, lend me the true heart I never had, And I'll stain the lavenders red With all of this good blood I shed." Lancelot said. Well, bugles blow golden and banners fly blue But these days the castle's just drywall and glue And tiltin' at windmills is the best you can do With the Black Knight of time on your lawn So I wouldn't know if he left or he stayed Prospered or faltered by the choices he made Maybe he straggled and maybe he strayed As the bright world went barrelling on. Singing, "Yodelay-hee, I ain't no untarnished Galahad Down from Arcadia like a dream in your head But gentle lady, lend me the pure heart I never had And I'll bring you roses and bread And we'll fashion gold out of lead With all the illusions we shed." Lancelot said.