Как пpовожают паpоходы Совсем не так как поезда Моpские медленные воды Hе то что pельсы в два pяда Как ни суди волнений больше Ведь ты уже не на земле
изменишь меня. Не прикрывайся ничем, Когда ты спишь не со мной. И делай пассы другим, Но у меня за спиной. Ты не обидишь меня. Годы - реки. Люди - пароходы
Now this is a story about the young man from Natchez Mississippi Whose father took a steamboat called the Delta Queen to New Orleans And got killed in
Why you turned out the way you did That thunderstorm is still crashing in your cranium Find that all these funny faces look the same I know who's to blame
The river's a bed of sweet berries and flowers Banks of thirsty lies Please be careful The stream is an eyeglass of heroes Bridged with bright replies
My daddy was a miner, said there was nothing finer Than an Irishman who worked an honest day From Steamboat Row, in rain or shine He'd make his way down
Gloria Patria et Filio et Spiritui Sancto. Sicut erat in principio et nunc, et semper, et in saecula saeculorum. Amen.
The night we met The night that I won't forget You see what I've been waiting for But, baby, I've been wrong before You held me tight And everything seemed
Love is but the song we sing It is the way we die You can make the mountains ring Make the angels cry Now the dove is on the wing You need not know why
I'll burn my fingers on my coffee pot My toast is cold, my orange juice is hot I could stop over, I'd really rather not Same thing would happen again '
Well, last month came and went and I Didn't pay the rent, well now That was pretty silly I guess But that's how much I love you baby More or less Well
Ride upon the time machine It only costs a dime, it's clean Step inside, sit down and let it happen Yes sir Don't be outside looking in You might not
The white ship has sailed and left me here again Out in the mist, I was so near again Sailing on the sea of dreams How far away it seems Sailing upon
I am a poor wayfaring stranger Travelling through this world of woe; And there's no sickness, toil, no danger In that bright land to which I go. I'm going
Oh, I'm just a country boy I've got sand all in my shoes I've got tuck in the big city Got to sing the big city blues, city blues I was standing on the
I sat in the shade of your old apple orchard I watch your big trucks rolling by now I share the grape soda with a man from Dakota I've seen a June bug
I remember that steamer Time you set sail The crowd was steamin' Streamin' and leanin' on the rail Then the big whistle blew And I lost my place Next
My daddy was a miner Said there was nothing finer Than an Irish man Who worked an honest day From Steamboat Row, in rain or shine He'd make his way down
