John don't see well in the evenings Because of his one glass eye That he got just as Martha was leaving Shot him instead of saying goodbye Though the door took the brunt of the buckshot It scattered on the right of his face He was blind to the traveling clothes she'd bought When she caught him down at Lucy's place Dah dah dum Dah dah dah dum Dah dah dum Dah dah dah dumTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
