paroles de chanson Mandaddy - Trout Fishing In America

Summer is coming, catfish are jumping
The willows are weeping up the river
Mandaddy's wagon comes rattling and dragging his magical route
He's bringing ghost stories and bright penny-whistles
White Chinese muzzles 'n tins of glory
Look on the horizon and see the dust rolling down the road
Well, my name is Mandaddy and I roam these hills
I sing and I whistle and I'll cure your ills
Oh Madaddy, oh Mandaddy's gonna cure your ills
Mandaddy's gonna cure your ills
He walks like a farmer, talks like warm water
Smells like tobacco and gunpowder
He's bringing red garters and bright copper kettles
And brown leather shoes
He says, "I remember when your folks was youngun's
Laughing and running in Indian summer
They'd watch the horizon and see the dust rolling down the road."
Well, my name is Mandaddy and I roam these hills
I sing and I whistle and I'll cure your ills
Oh Madaddy, oh Mandaddy's gonna cure your ills
Mandaddy's gonna cure your ills
Everything changes,
It's only natural, nothing remains as it once started
This time next summer I may not be here, hear what I say
Children I love you, you make life worth living
The river's worth crossing, the gifts worth giving
Look on the horizon and see the dust rolling down the road
Well, my name is Mandaddy and I roam these hills
I sing and I whistle and I'll cure your ills
Oh Madaddy, oh Mandaddy's gonna cure your ills
Mandaddy's gonna cure your ills
Oh Madaddy, oh Mandaddy's gonna cure your ills
Mandaddy's gonna cure your ills