[Verse 1] With all that you have, the one thing you touch turns to gold You've got no chance for a lighter load And nobody could with all of them things that you know You're low-down no-good, [you're dying, oh/you'll die in a hole?]
[Chorus 1] Gonna sleep on Sunday Wipe the weekend away one more time While the rest of the country Gone and drowned in that whiskey and rye
[Verse 2] The one thing I've found [worth havin' around?] lettin' go Is a glass in my hand with no drink to pour Had I been renowned for all of the lovin' I [fake?] I'd be creepin' out, you're still wide awake
[Chorus 2] Now I spend my money Downtown on women and sin While the rest of the country Gone and drowned in that railroad gin
[Verse 3] Now I'm alone Kicking these [?] out the window I'm singing through the radio
[Chorus 1] Gonna sleep on Sunday Wipe the weekend away one more time While the rest of the country Gone and drowned in that whiskey and rye
[Chorus 2] Now I spend my money Downtown on women and sin While the rest of the country Gone and drowned in that railroad ginTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
