Everybody's praying for the rains to come And the snow is gonna fall down on me Lost out in the desert with a gun in my hand And the locust gonna come to follow me
Started long ago in my paper-cup saloon And the backroom boys still carrying that same old tune We've just one bottle left standing on the shelf I'd better bring it on up, I'd better bring it on up out of me
Time to get the wagon and in the back of the car With the sheriff and me singing out of key Sooner than the later, I was up behind bars With that empty bowl laughing right at me
Started long ago in my paper-cup saloon And the backroom boys still carrying that same old tune We've just one bottle left standing on the shelf I'd better bring it on up, I'd better bring it on up out of me
I'd better bring it on up I'd better bring it on up out of meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
