Well, it's a face. She's a daughter wearing all the bracelets, too And it's a place. Oooh. Don't let her mama catch you
Won't cha have a taste of the bad side You never knew good could be so cruel And all the rest Oooh. Don't let her mama catch you She make the most of any man You know those boys will take their life in their hands
For Klondyke Kate...Sweet Klondyke Kate Klondyke Kate, you big moon-shine mama
You don't know what you do Your hands are shakin. Your temper's breakin And ya make a drink to cure your blues Oh, it's the same old style. The same old story Follow in her mama's shoes You try to teach her, but she never thought to keep her cross walk over you
Well, it's a face. She's a daughter wearing all the bracelets, too And it's a place. Oooh. Don't let her mama catch you
Won't cha have a taste of the bad side You never knew good could be so cruel And all the rest Oooh. Don't let her mama catch you She make the most of any man You know those boys will take their life in their hands
For Klondyke Kate... Sweet Klondyke KateTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
