There's a fly in the window A dog in the yard And a year since I saw you There's a trunk in the corner I keep all my letters My bills and demands I keep too
Well I can't help thinking About the times You were a wife of mine You aimed to please me Cooked black-eyed peas me Made elderberry wine
Drunk all the time Feeling fine on elderberry wine Those were the days We'd lay in the haze Forget depressive times How can I ever get it together Without a wife in line To pick the crop and get me hot On elderberry wine
Round a tree in the summer A fire in the fall Flat out when they couldn't stand The bottle went round Like a woman down south Passed on from hand to handTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
