hold her back Her pretty Chickasaw County child Chickasaw County child Is gonna be ok Chickasaw County child You gonna be somebody someday Leavin the county
Перевод: Джентри, Бобби. Чикасо графстве ребенка.
You You Came into my life It was sunshine everywhere You were outta sight Just standing, shining there Shining there Shining there All my days were bright
M I double S I double S I double P I M I double S I double S I double P I Right in the middle of the cotton belt Down in the Mississippi Delta Wearin
Joe MacAllister's jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge And Brother said he recollected when he and Tom and Billie Joe Put a frog down my back at the Carroll County
Penduli pendulum Swing around, beat the drum In July, I'll deny The illusion I'll be gone, beat the drum There I go, here I come And goodbye means good
Good mornin' mornin' glory Good mornin' what's your story Good mornin' where'd you spend the night Where did your night dreams take you Sorry but I had
La la la la la Ooh hey hey hey La la la la la Every year about this time the local gentry Have a meeting in Chickasaw land They all come to judge each
Here are some samples of the fabric, Miss Morgan I know how painful it must be But I guess it's your responsibility I understand he was your fiancee
A gentle breeze from hushabye mountain Softly blows o'er lullaby bay It fills the sails of boats that are waiting Waiting to sail your worries away
Took the Continental Trailways 'Cause I didn't have the fare To get from Cincinnati to Los Angeles by air The guy who said he'd meet me In a shiny limousine
Pray tell, Jessye' Lisabeth Tell me why you're weeping Pray tell, Jessye' Lisabeth When you should be sleeping What secret are you keeping Jessye' Lisabeth
Rain on my Sunday shoes Pick up the daily news Looks like tomorrows blues But its better than none Call on the telephone knowin' that he's not home
Chorus) Well, Ben and me spent some time in Oklahoma Livin' on a reservation Workin' at the service station Pumpin' gas and passin' time We caught a train down to Harlan County
Marigolds and tangerines And lots of rusty window screens Funny Paper, fountain pen And patchwork things to cover in Puppy dogs and potpourri Oh won'
Beverly packs her lunch pail silently In the light of the dawn's gray gloom In her lonely room Beverly works all day at the factory On her feet from
understand you It really ain't your fault that the west is so wild Billy the kid cain't reprimand you You must have been deprived when you was a child
