If I get murdered in the city, don't go revengin’ in my name. A person dead from such is plenty. There's no sense in getting’ locked away.
And when I leave your arms, the things that I think of. No need to get over-alarmed. I'm coming home. I'm coming home.
I wondered which of us is better, which one our parents love the most. I sure did get in lots of trouble, and they seemed to let the other go.
A tear fell from my father's eyes. I wondered what my dad would say. He said “I love you and I'm proud of you both in so many different ways.”
If I get murdered in the city, go and read the letter in my desk. Don't bother with all my belongings, no, but pay attention to the list.
Make sure my wife knows that I loved her. Make sure my daughter knows the same. And always remember there's nothing worth sharing like the love that let us share our name. Always remember there is nothing worth sharing like the love that let us share our name.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
