Found my fingers up north in the forest of the fern Yeah I blame them words for all Ive learned Well I watched my wits walk west where the money is earned Just to strut my stuff and wait my turn
And I have often thought that these old bones Should just go on ahead and break if they gonna These old shoes should just go on and give out They're running the jail for profit these days Thats what they say
Lost my lungs long ago in the belly of the beast Yeah I got my gall from the boys back east Yeah I sing sweet songs with the throat that belongs to her Yeah she wears my heart and wears my words
Got these lips from the girl next door The only problem is they only beg for more Sold my skin for some fancy clothes I thought Id get a better deal but thats the way it goes
And I have often thought that these old bones Should just go on ahead and break if they gonna These old shoes should just go on and give out They're running the jail for profit these days Thats what they say
Put all the rest in a hollow tree Yeah fill it with cement and let me beTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
