The manager is waiting to be paid Along with priests and deacons of his court A quartermaster, quite a mess, a mistress of the line Has found a last cent avenue of pain
Mardi Gras just passed this way a while ago Making hungry people of us all Along the Mississippi you can hear the fiddlers play Fandangos and boleros to the Lord
Many trials, many tried Simple stories are the best Keep in mind, the wishful kind Don't want to be like all the rest
My uncle was a vicar in the big parade Selling fountain pens that never write San Sebastian gamblers never cheat nor lie They know good fences make good neighbours
I wish I knew what time of year it was What kind of people will be there When gruesome tales of two cities ran Running all the way
Father might have heard his prayers were answered Inhibitions all the way from home Consider now, consider that before the deed is done The blood of consolation runs so true
Many times, many tried Simple stories are the best Keep in mind, the wishful kind Don't wanna be like all the restTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
