paroles de chanson My Washington Woman - Kenny Rogers & The First Edition
The
wages
of
an
unskilled
Working
man
never
paid
enough
From
time
to
time,
a
nickel
on
a
race
Keeps
him
from
giving
up
The
blue
collared
man
in
Seattle
Never
lives
on
white
collared
street
But
there
was
food
on
the
table
For
my
Washington
woman
and
me
The
work
slowed
down
and
then
one
day
The
foreman
laid
me
off
That
night
in
a
tavern
down
to
my
last
dime
I
met
a
girl
from
Arkansas
Her
daddy
was
a
banker
in
Little
Rock
She
had
a
mansion
on
white
collared
street
The
next
morning
my
Washington
woman
Woke
up
without
me
From
city
to
city,
and
state
to
state
I
grew
heavier
with
shame
My
Washington
woman
had
six
months
left
Before
our
child
would
bring
her
pain
My
Arkansas
woman
hurt
me
As
we
crossed
the
Arkansas
line
But
the
arms
of
Seattle
Were
the
arms
that
kept
hugging
mine,
mine
For
years
I
have
basked
in
expensive
wines
Tasted
champagne
every
day
I
gave
up
all
the
things
I
loved
For
all
these
things
I
hate
Locked
up
all
of
her
forgiveness
The
day
I
set
myself
free
And
the
heart
of
my
Washington
woman
Stopped
beating
for
me
My
Washington
woman
sends
me
A
letter
every
once
in
a
while
Inside
a
folded
wordless
page
Is
a
picture
of
my
child
All
at
once,
the
room
grows
cold
With
a
feeling
of
jealousy
And
there's
a
silence
between
My
Arkansas
woman
and
me
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