paroles de chanson Call the Dr. - The Men

Sick and tired as a dog
Hiding out in the fog
But if memory were to burn off the haze
I'd surely be killed in the sun

Showed up in my very best clothes
To meet my foes
Sniffed a trap when the dice rolled
They pretended I wasn't even there

See Mary and Jimmy
Took my share of the money
And I rode east to the diamond mines
To get mine and settle down easy

Sing me a song 'fore I die
I'd be a fool to try
I never could satisfy
And my voices drowned in the sand

They tracked me to the gate
Outflanked my escape
And I fell on that bag of money
Bleedin' out on the stairs

Call the doctor, call the doctor
Call the doctor, call the doctor
Call the doctor, call the doctor
Call the doctor, call the doctor

Call the doctor, call the doctor
Call the doctor, call the doctor
Call the doctor, call, call the doctor
Call the doctor, call the doctor