Oh, Susanna, I'm alone again You're in Louisianne 'til Lord knows when I'm stuck up here where the firewheels grow Waitin' on word from my Sweet Delta Rose
We coasted into town on fumes Off a two-night-stand in Baton Rouge And no columbine or blushing bride Has shown me colors you shined that night
April showers, bright May blooms Tangled satin sheets, discovering tattoos Now I can be a gypsy and your darlin', too But I'd rather swim through your shade of blue
But as it goes I'll wait on those Tender hands to pin me on a rose And I'll cut you magnolia n' pack my bags And bring Oklahoma to Louisianne
Oh, Susanna, we've got our scars Some in the daylight, some in the dark And if yours are healing slow I'll be right here ‘neath the afterglow
Cause as it goes I'll wait on those Tender hands to pin me on a rose And I'll cut you magnolia n' pack my bags And bring Oklahoma to Louisianne Yeah, as it goes I'm steady as an Oak Waitin' on the word of my Sweet Delta RoseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
