John Wesley Harding все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы
- Come Gather Round
Come gather round and listen, if you can get that near
If not, well use a microphone so all poor souls can hear
And hold hands in a circle, or stare bored straight ahead
Rejoice in your rebellion, or wish you were in bed
- I'm Wrong About Everything
You win the argument
At the end of every night
I never know the perfect time
To hit the bedside light
Then we lie awake
Watch headlights climb the blinds
I want you to know what's going on
In my mind