Jimmy Driftwood все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

Along about eighteen-hundred, I guess

I took me a trip into the wilderness

Crossed the Mississippi, let my rifle roar

No white man had ever been there before

Johnny was down at the moonshine still
In the bottom of the holler by the side of the hill
He woke up 'bout the break of day
When he thought he heard his granpa say
Oh run, Johnny run the Federals 'll get you
Oh run, Johnny run you better get away
Run, Johnny run, the Federals 'll get you,
Run Johnny run, you better get away