Songtexte
Go
tell
your
mama
She's
waiting
for
you
To
keep
you
from
harm
She'll
put
on
your
shoes
Choose
one
or
the
other
A
path
or
your
own
Gotta
crawl
up
from
the
cradle
Pick
up
the
phone
Dream,
dream
I
had
a
dream
People
are
dancing
Doing
their
thing
Easy
like
Sunday
The
Reverend
Al
Green
We're
all
just
hanging
on
a
guitar
string
You
say
you
got
troubles
Biting
your
back
Some
have
got
names
And
some
you
just
cannot
track
Oh,
you
get
so
tired
And
you
hear
the
sound
Of
footsteps
a-creeping
Gotta
lay
these
things
down
Dream,
dream
I
had
a
dream
People
are
dancing
Doing
their
thing
Easy
like
Sunday
The
Reverend
Al
Green
We're
all
just
hanging
on
a
guitar
string
I
once
had
a
problem
Big
as
a
truck
I
was
running
on
empty
Shit
out
of
luck
You
came
to
save
me
And
took
away
the
keys
You
got
me
home
Down
on
my
knees
Dream,
dream
I
had
a
dream
People
are
dancing
Doing
their
thing
Easy
like
Sunday
The
Reverend
Al
Green
We're
all
just
hanging
on
a
guitar
string
Dream,
dream
I
had
a
dream
People
are
dancing
Doing
their
thing
Easy
like
Sunday
The
Reverend
Al
Green
We're
all
just
hanging
on
a
guitar
string
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