He came from Kentucky least ways that's what I've been told Me and fate had left that state before his corpse got cold He'd been killed for gold hhen California could be sold To any fool who had been told bbout the Punkin Center Barn Dance Mama had the fever and my daddy sold his soul To someone called the devil that he'd met along life's road Dad would stop to drink a toast and mom was looking like a ghost Was gonna beat us to the coast and the Punkin Center Barn Dance At the Punkin Center Barn Dance that's where everyone would be Dancing to Virginia's reel and the waltz of Tennessee When the roll is called up yonder you can hear the angels sing At the Punkin Center Barn Dance God is gold the grass is green [ fiddle ] Yeah I left California just before the Grateful Dead Told the truth about the gold I'd searched for in my head Like my Dad I'd roamed the land and Mom could never understand How Lucifer could bring a man to the Punkin Center Barn Dance Well times are changin' poets say since mom and dad both passed away But some things in this life will never change The poets write of things to come the earth will melt into the sun And you and I will be the ones at the Punkin Center Barn Dance At the Punkin Center Barn Dance... At the Punkin Center Barn Dance...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
