Kiss me on the mouth sweet gal As if we was fixin to die And Ill follow you down Till the Mississippi runs dry
Theres a room down at the train yard The wall is gunmetal grey The door aint never locked Come sun down, lets slip away
Ill fetch us a blanket You brink a box of crackerjacks Well make a pallet on the floor And lay a penny on the railroad tracks
When the train comes flyin past The walls shake and the floorboard squeaks You be sittinon top of the world girl Like the Mississippi Sheiks
Now if somebody ever asks you If you got any You just smile and lick your lips And show em that old flat pennyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
