The clatter of the garbage cans in the dark and lonely alley Searching for a bottle with a drop or two of wine The wino makes his rounds from garbage
Tercüme: Wagoner, Porter. Ayyaş.
From a small country town to a big and lonely city From a sweet country girl to a woman with no pity Once a man with money, now so ragged and funny as
A child walked in a candy store in faded overalls Put a nickel on the counter said I think I'll spend it all I've carried it three months or more you
Tercüme: Wagoner, Porter. Baba ve Şarap.
Tercüme: Wagoner, Porter. Şarap için bir Dime.