Текст песни Milk Cow Blues - George Strait

Well, I woke up this mornin'
And looked outdoors
I can tell my milk cow
I can tell by the way she lows
If you see my milk cow
Please drive her on home
'Cause I ain't had no milk and butter
Since that cow been gone

Well, you gotta treat me right, honey
Day by day
Get out your liitle prayer book
Get down upon your knees and pray
'Cause you gonna need me
You're gonna need my
Help someday
And, Lord, you're goin' to be sorry
You treated me this way, y'all

(Now take it away, boys)
(Ronnie Huckaby on the piano)

(Rick McRae on the guitar)

Sail on, little gal, sail on
Sail on, sail on, sail on, little gal, sail on
You're gonna keep right on to sailin'
'Til you lose your happy home

(Gene Elders on the Fiddle)

(That's Benny and Rick)

Well, good evening
Don't that sun look good goin' down
I said, well, good evening
Don't that sun look good goin' down
And don't that ol' Army cot look lonely
When your lover ain't no place around

Well, I tried everything, baby
To get along with you
And now I'm gonna tell you
What I'm gonna do
I'm gonna stop my cryin'
Gon' leave you alone
And if you don't think I'm leavin', big momma
Just count them days, I'm gone

You ain't gonna see me
You ain't gonna see my sweet face no more
Lord, you're gonna be wondering, honey
Where in this world I've gone
Milk Cow Blues
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