memory Music in the air I hear it ev'rywhere Rags, bones and old city songs Hear them, how they talk to me The organ grinder and his monkey Still walkin
Tercüme: Band. Paçavra And Bones.
crome and rubber bands Paint looking like Candyland, it's Sllimm the South Paw triggerman Flippin work and whippin weight, rock up, roll and get the papes Chop them hoez and
of green sittin' on crome and rubber bands Paint lookin' like Candy land, it's Slim the South Paw trigger man Flippin' work and whippin' weight, rock up, roll and
and human, Have been unscrupulously exploited. Peoples' pride and dignity is burnt in Napalm And hand-held flame-throwers. The poor and underprivileged
dream a highway back to you I think I'll move down into Memphis And thank the hatchet man who forked my tongue I lie and wait until the wagons come And
resources, both mineral and human, Have been unscrupulously exploited. Peoples' pride and dignity is burnt in Napalm And hand-held flame-throwers. The poor and
and rubber bands Paint looking like Candyland, it's Sllimm the South Paw triggerman Flippin work and whippin weight, rock up, roll and get the papes Chop them hoez and
wish you knew me Jack of Diamonds Far eyed and wheeling when I led 'em out Drank whiskey with my water, sugar with my tea My sails in rags with the staggers and
