You set foot in America, one fine October day Sailing into Baltimore, well everything's OK New buttons on your jacket, shining like they're brand-new dimes Glistening in the sunlight, blistering my eyes
When you said that you love me, I knew it wasn't true I've one hundred unread messages, but not a single note from you
You zoomed up to Philly, they'd taught you to make maps They commissioned you in piety, and pitied any lapse So you stormed into Pittsburgh, and waited for the waters to rise And set sail down the Ohio, with a lost tribe on your mind
When you said that you love me, I knew it wasn't true I've two hundred unread messages, but not a single note from you
As hurricane Charlie was gathering pace At night instead of eyelids, I saw pictures of your face Smiling in the moonlight, shining in a golden hour Bluffing 'round America, seizing every hour
When you said that you love me, I knew it wasn't true I've three hundred unread messages, but not a single note from you
You left olde Kentucky, and sailed to the west Stopped in Cincinnati, dined with all the best Reached the Mississippi, took an oath in New Madrid Fell into a maiden's arms, malaria on your lips
When you said that you love me, I knew it wasn't true I've four hundred unread messages, but not a single note from you
Up to St Louis, Kaskaskia on the way Walking through the wilderness, sicker by the day Imaginary volcanoes, and reptiles crawl around Your mind was baked just like a cake, as trouble gathered round
When you said that you love me, I knew it wasn't true I've five hundred unread messages, but not a single note from you
Defected to the Spanish, you joined the mighty crown Up the Missouri, flags were coming down You traded with the Omaha, the Ponca and the Sioux But missed the lost Padoucas, after all the ballyhoo
When you said that you love me, I knew it wasn't true I've six hundred unread messages, but not a single note from you
Up with the Mandan, you raised the Spanish flag Survived assassination, worked upon your maps But the lost tribe was a lost cause, so you cried a silent tear And fled back to St Louis, to a familiar frontier
When you said that you love me, I knew it wasn't true I've seven hundred unread messages, but not a single note from you
Down in New Orleans, the church bells did trill The body of Don Juan Evans, is staying mighty still You annexed North Dakota, you surveyed by the stars But here lies your body, by these disease-ridden bars
When you said that you love me, I knew it wasn't true I've eight hundred unread messages, but not a single note from youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
