They come to town when the war is over Dirty boots in the middle of the night Trolling the bars, hitting on the soldiers Boys give it up without a fight They say, “Hey, boy, how about your place? I know you really want to take me home” Drop the bags off on the bedroom floor They make love with the lights on, saying
“I’m a carpetbagger, baby I’m coming to your town I’m going to treat you kind (woo-hoo) I’m going to rob you blind (woo-hoo) I’ll smile all the time Whoa, yeah Whoa, yeah Whoa, yeah
Sally could have had any one of the boys But she couldn’t love no one she could not control Friend of mine and her got married I don’t hear too much from them anymore Last I heard, he had a rope around his neck Dragging around the grocery store Carrying her bags and pushing down the aisles Saying, “I ain’t got no home in this world anymore”
“I’m a carpetbagger, baby I’m coming to your town I’m going to treat you kind (woo-hoo) I’m going to rob you blind (woo-hoo) I’ll smile all the time Whoa, yeah Whoa, yeah Whoa, yeah
They come to town when the party’s over Books been written and truths been tried They’ll take it all if the door’s left open Steal the nose right from under your eyes
Singing, “I’m a carpetbagger, baby I’m coming to your town I’m going to treat you kind (woo-hoo) I’m going to rob you blind (woo-hoo) I’ll smile all the time Whoa, yeah Whoa, yeah Whoa, yeah Whoa, yeahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
