Letras de Hurry Sundown (Re-Recorded) - The Outlaws

Hurry Sundown (Re-Recorded) (original)

Gypsy’s dance around the campfire, shook their tambourines
They were waiting for the dust of an outlaw, Sundown was his name
As the midnight hour grew closer, and the sky begins to fall
You can see his shadow by the light of the moon
They had heard the gypsys call
She had hair as black as darkness, eyes of emerald green
And her voice was soft and tender, ooh she could sing
She will sing no more, or dance again or shake a tambourines
They had taken her away, she was dead and gone
And hear the gypsies sing
Ooh, ooh, hurry Sundown
Ooh, ooh, hurry Sundown
Ooh, ooh, hurry Sundown
Hurry Sundown
Ooh, ooh, hurry Sundown
Ooh, ooh, hurry Sundown
Ooh, ooh, hurry Sundown
Silver devils in his holsters, stars strapped to his heels
There was fire in his eyes, they say that he was dressed to kill
He had hands as fast as lightning, a heart as cold as steel
He had come for the one that took her life
Lying in Boothill
Gypsy’s dance around the campfire, shook their tambourines
They were waiting for the dust of an outlaw, Sundown was his name
As the midnight hour grew closer, and the sky begins to fall
You can see his shadow in the light of the moon
They had heard the gypsys call
Ooh, ooh, hurry Sundown
Ooh, ooh, hurry Sundown
Ooh, ooh, hurry Sundown
Ooh, ooh, hurry Sundown

(traducción)

La danza de los gitanos alrededor de la fogata, sacudieron sus panderetas
Estaban esperando el polvo de un forajido, Sundown era su nombre
A medida que se acercaba la hora de la medianoche y el cielo comenzaba a caer
Puedes ver su sombra a la luz de la luna
Habían oído llamar a los gitanos
Tenía el pelo tan negro como la oscuridad, ojos de color verde esmeralda
Y su voz era suave y tierna, ooh ella podía cantar
Ya no cantará más, ni volverá a bailar, ni tocará panderetas
Se la habían llevado, estaba muerta y se había ido
Y escuchar a los gitanos cantar
Ooh, ooh, date prisa Sundown
Ooh, ooh, date prisa Sundown
Ooh, ooh, date prisa Sundown
Date prisa al atardecer
Ooh, ooh, date prisa Sundown
Ooh, ooh, date prisa Sundown
Ooh, ooh, date prisa Sundown
Diablos plateados en sus fundas, estrellas atadas a sus talones
Había fuego en sus ojos, dicen que estaba vestido para matar
Tenía manos tan rápidas como un rayo, un corazón tan frío como el acero.
Él había venido por el que le quitó la vida.
Acostado en Boothill
La danza de los gitanos alrededor de la fogata, sacudieron sus panderetas
Estaban esperando el polvo de un forajido, Sundown era su nombre
A medida que se acercaba la hora de la medianoche y el cielo comenzaba a caer
Puedes ver su sombra a la luz de la luna
Habían oído llamar a los gitanos
Ooh, ooh, date prisa Sundown
Ooh, ooh, date prisa Sundown
Ooh, ooh, date prisa Sundown
Ooh, ooh, date prisa Sundown