Wakin up feelin good and limber When the telephone it ring Was a bad man from california Tellin of a stone he'd bring And of better days From this town, we'd escape If we holler loud and make our way We'd all live one big holiday So we listened and up the river And recorded all the sounds Was some shakin and some record playin All the leather kids were loudTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
