paroles de chanson More Big Bull Fiddle Fun - John Hartford

Let's all go to the ol' back room
And pray for no blue food
Bull Durham and the second coming
At the altar of pinto beans
Put the best of the worst on first my friend
And the worst of the best on last
The inebriated church of the
Latter-day drunk
For sheep as opposed to goat
Gut string low bass tone
Bust your gall stone buddy
From the tune of the very same name

Well the story of big bull fiddle fun
Which of these knobs controls the boom
(A-boom bup-pa-boom boom boom...)
Out of the the water ye are blown
To next week, I'll be back

Let's all go to the ol' back room
And pray for no blue food
Bull Durham and the second coming
At the altar of pinto beans
Put the best of the worst on first my dear
And the worst of the best on last
The inebriated church of the
Latter-day drunk
For sheep as opposed to goat
Gut string low bass tone
Bust your gall stone buddy
From the tune of the very same name

(... In my own personal fright wig contraption, this ranch on the branch is a miserable auditorium.
This time of brief insanity gooses me on, so as soon as everyone I know gets to know everyone else I know, I'm going somewhere else.
Age weakens good intentions and saws where no one can see. Now, ain't that a teeter-totter?
Grab this full-grown lioniess by the tail if you be man enough to tame such wilderness and see who she is to tell you who you ain't.
It'll hang on the walls we bounce off of; for in the palace of the heart, not only do I put on, but I put out.)