Shoe Shine Mamma Spits for her money Wants to make a living Try to make her own
All she ever wanted was to Make her own money and Settle down on Silium′s Hill
She prayed by the water on Manitou Bay Sipping ambrosia on a holy night Counting the lovers that had passed her way They could not see her on Silium's Hill
On a frozen lamp pole I scratch her name With my rusty old penknife On a empty heart Standing by the window, is that you out there At the Southern Cross over Silium′s Hill
Oh, baby will you ride with me Through the wheat towns to Medicine Hat When the cold winds blow I'll be there I'll hang on tight, baby sure go for that
Now the old man knocks at my front door Shoe Shine Mamma isn′t here anymore There′s a stranger in my place Looking out over Silium's Way
Listen to the humming of the railway cars My hands frozen on the wheel Six hundred miles away from home Running on the shadow of Silium′s Hill
Somewhere back on Church Street Shoe Shine Mamma spits for her money Trying to make a living, wanna make her own Down at the bottom of Silium's Hill
Mamma wanna build her own Down at the bottom of Silium′s HillTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
