There must be somewhere in this whole world There must be somewhere in this whole world Cause I keep on trying, I keep on trying, I keep on trying, I keep on trying!
Uh, boy, it's a fly from the young man's hands He pull a dime, no one understands And I keep on crying, I keep on crying I keep on crying, I keep on crying. Uh, uh, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh, uh
Baby, please don't go Down to New Orleans! Cause you don't now The things that I've seen! Them bullets are flying, Bullets are flying Bullets are flying
Bullets are flying
Uh, got the St. Roch Blues Down my soul I've seen so many Of my good friends go And it won't be long, It won't be long, It won't be long, It won't be long, Till I go! Uh, uh, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh, uhTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
