All of the river boat gamblers are losing their shirts All of the brave union soldier boys sleep in the dirt But you know and I know, there never was reason to hurt All of our lives were entwined to begin with, Here in spoon river.
All of the calico dresses, the gingham and lace, Are up in the attic with Grandfather's derringer case, There's words whispered down in the parlour, a shadowy face, The morning is heavy with one more beginning, Here in spoon river.
Come to the dance, Mary Perkins, I like you right well, The union's preserved, if you listen you'll hear all the bells, There must be a heaven, God knows that I've seen most of hell, My rig is outside, come and ride through the morning, Here in spoon river.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
