Blaze Foley все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

I’m going down to the greyhound station
Gonna get a ticket to ride
Gonna find that lady with 2 or 3 kids
And sit down by her side
And ride until the sun comes up and down around me about 2 or 3 times
smoking cigarettes in the last seat trying
to hide my sorrow from the people I meet

Hey Mr. Policeman, please don't take my stuff
It cost me too much money, and it probably ain't enough
To get me through Election Day
Didn't I hear you say
That it's alright, it's alright, it's alright?
Wouldn't even pay a thing, it's hardly worth your time
My luck's been bad, the telephone just kept my only dime
And it might be a burden to me

Let me ride in your big Cadillac, Lord Jesus
Let me ride in your big Cadil-lac

I can see the pearly gates
Where the angels wait
Standin' all around your big Cadil-lac

Won't you take me by the hand

Blue eyes
She's said pretty blue eyes
Said I had pretty blue eyes

See me again
She want's to
See me again
She's such a pleasant surprise

In his oval room, in his rockin' chair
He's the president, but I don't care
He's a business man, he got business ties
He got dollar signs in both his eyes
Got a big airplane, take him everywhere
Got his limousine, when he get there
Everywhere he goes, make the people mad
Makes the poor man beg, and the rich man glad