paroles de chanson Silver City - Mance Lipscomb

Well I'm on my way
Yes I'm on my way
Well I'm on my way, babe
To Silver City now
Yes I'm goin' back
To Silver City now

Got up this mornin'
I was feelin' blue
I woke up this mornin'
Lord, feelin' blue
I didn't have no one to
Tell my trouble to

You can tell all the highbrow
That you see but one
You can tell all the highbrow
That you see but one
Well I'm goin' back to Houston
To have my washin' done

Oh the poor girl is crippled
But she do go clean
Oh the poor girl is crippled
But she do go clean
And the people all call her
Mary Magdalene

Tell my baby
Tell her this for me
If you see my baby
Tell her this of me
Well I done got lucky
Found the money tree

If I had money like
The leaves grow on trees
If I had money like
The leaves grow on trees
Any woman I want
Would wait when I please

Well you hurt my feelin'
A little in the wrong
Yes you hurt my feelin'
A little in the wrong
Excuse me babe I
Didn't mean no harm

If you see me comin'
Hush your windows high
Haven't you seen me comin'
Hush your windows high
Don't come my daddy
Any wants to ride

Yes I'm on my way
Yes I'm on my way
Yes I'm on my way back
To Silver City now
I'm goin' back
To Silver City now

Got up this mornin'
Looked down the road
Got up this mornin'
Looked down the road
Thought about my baby
Wonder where did she go