paroles de chanson Ballad of Rock Ridge - John Morris

There was a peaceful town called Rock Ridge,
Where people lived in harmony,
They never had no kind of trouble,
There was no hint of misery.

The town saloon was always lively,
But never nasty or obscene,
Behind the bar stood Anal Johnston,
He always kept things nice and clean.

Then all at once the trouble started,
A pack of murders and thieves,
Like swarms of locusts they descended,
Their aim to make the townsfolk flee.

(Instrumental)

Now is the time of great decision,
Are we to stay or up and quit,
There's no avoiding this conclusion,
Our town is turning into shit.