Bo Weavil Jackson - Poor Boy Blues paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Poor Boy Blues - Bo Weavil Jackson



I woke up this mornin', blues all 'round my bed
I woke up this morning, mama, blues all around my bed
Thinkin' about the words that my brown had said
'Cause I'm poor boy here, long ways from home
Poor boy here, long ways from my home
Ain't got nowhere, Lord, to lay my head
Cold frosty ground was my bed last night
Cold frosty ground was my bed last night
Thinkin' 'bout the kind words that my Mama had said
What my Mama told me, honey, done come to pass
Mama told me, it's done come to pass
Whiskey and women, poor boy, be your ruin at last
Now, my Mama's dead, so is my Daddy, too
My Mama's dead, so is my Daddy, too
Reason I tried so hard, honey, get along with you
So many days, I stoled away and cried
So many days, I stoled away and cried
Poor boy's been mistreated, can't be satisfied
Gonna write a letter, mail it in the air
Gonna write a letter, gonna mail it in the air
When that wind blows, blow news everywhere
Lord, Lord, ain't gonna moan no more
Lord, Lord ...




Bo Weavil Jackson - You Can't Keep No Brown
Album You Can't Keep No Brown
date de sortie
26-03-2015



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