You were cryin' in your pretzels when I met you You were washing All the salt away from the dough You were cryin' in your pretzels And I'll never forget you But, baby, just why, I'll ever know
Cryin' in your pretzels Cryin' in your beer Cryin' on the table That's where I found you dear
[Spoken:] Yes, my sweet I came into that bar It was in Mississippi There you were, sitting in the corner Crying in your pretzels You'd already sogged up A whole plate of potato chips But the management didn't mind Because you were a regular customer
And I saw you sittin' there and I said "That person needs a friend, And I'm gonna be a friend Ain't nobody deserves to cry in his pretzels All night and wash away the salt." So I kinda sided up to you and I said, "What can I do for you? How can I help you? What can I do to ease the pain?"
Well, you were cryin' in your pretzels Oh, you were cryin' in your beer Yes, that was the night I meet you And I'll always hold you nearTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
