Текст песни Daddy Said - Nanci Griffith
                                                Oh, 
                                                    I 
                                                used 
                                                to 
                                                wish 
                                                    I 
                                                was 
                                                    a 
                                                hard 
                                                line 
                                                taker
 
                                    
                                
                                                They'd 
                                                say, 
                                                six 
                                                to 
                                                one 
                                                    a 
                                                half 
                                                dozen'll 
                                                break 
                                                her
 
                                    
                                
                                                Till 
                                                    I 
                                                fell 
                                                in 
                                                love 
                                                with 
                                                    a 
                                                young 
                                                man 
                                                who 
                                                sang 
                                                the 
                                                blues
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh, 
                                                bless 
                                                my 
                                                daddy, 
                                                he 
                                                warned 
                                                me 
                                                well
 
                                    
                                
                                                He'd 
                                                whisper 
                                                in 
                                                my 
                                                ear, 
                                                he 
                                                said, 
                                                "Now 
                                                look 
                                                out, 
                                                gal
 
                                    
                                
                                                There's 
                                                always 
                                                    a 
                                                ne'er 
                                                do 
                                                well 
                                                gonna 
                                                call 
                                                you 
                                                the 
                                                fool"
 
                                    
                                
                                                He 
                                                said, 
                                                "You'll 
                                                never 
                                                learn 
                                                to 
                                                fish 
                                                on 
                                                    a 
                                                borrowed 
                                                line
 
                                    
                                
                                                You'll 
                                                never 
                                                learn 
                                                to 
                                                write 
                                                if 
                                                you're 
                                                walkin' 
                                                'round 
                                                cryin'
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                it's 
                                                    a 
                                                pity 
                                                that 
                                                you're 
                                                lover 
                                                died 
                                                young
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                you'll 
                                                never 
                                                get 
                                                tired 
                                                of 
                                                livin' 
                                                alone"
 
                                    
                                
                                                So, 
                                                now 
                                                    I 
                                                dream 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                lover 
                                                that 
                                                    I 
                                                don't 
                                                know
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                safer 
                                                this 
                                                way 
                                                'cuz 
                                                    I 
                                                don't 
                                                have 
                                                to 
                                                go
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                he 
                                                won't 
                                                come 
                                                so 
                                                nobody 
                                                goes 
                                                away
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sometimes 
                                                    I 
                                                wish 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                warmth 
                                                of 
                                                his 
                                                hand
 
                                    
                                
                                                Take 
                                                    a 
                                                look 
                                                in 
                                                these 
                                                eyes 
                                                and 
                                                understand
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                just 
                                                    a 
                                                little 
                                                too 
                                                old 
                                                to 
                                                be 
                                                a-learnin' 
                                                the 
                                                rules 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                game
 
                                    
                                
                                                He 
                                                said, 
                                                "You'll 
                                                never 
                                                learn 
                                                to 
                                                fish 
                                                on 
                                                    a 
                                                borrowed 
                                                line
 
                                    
                                
                                                You'll 
                                                never 
                                                learn 
                                                to 
                                                write 
                                                if 
                                                you're 
                                                walkin' 
                                                'round 
                                                cryin'
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                it's 
                                                    a 
                                                pity 
                                                that 
                                                you're 
                                                lover 
                                                died 
                                                young
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                you'll 
                                                never 
                                                get 
                                                tired 
                                                of 
                                                livin' 
                                                alone"
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh, 
                                                maybe 
                                                    I 
                                                could 
                                                take 
                                                him 
                                                to 
                                                Mexico
 
                                    
                                
                                                We'd 
                                                kick 
                                                our 
                                                heels 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                warm 
                                                cloudy 
                                                gulf
 
                                    
                                
                                                He'd 
                                                sing 
                                                    a 
                                                song 
                                                about 
                                                the 
                                                weather 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                Poconos
 
                                    
                                
                                                This 
                                                lover 
                                                that 
                                                    I 
                                                don't 
                                                know
 
                                    
                                
                                                Then 
                                                two 
                                                hearts 
                                                would 
                                                pound 
                                                'stead 
                                                of 
                                                one 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                night
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'd 
                                                learn 
                                                to 
                                                fish 
                                                with 
                                                my 
                                                own 
                                                line
 
                                    
                                
                                                Catch 
                                                my 
                                                dream 
                                                and 
                                                hope 
                                                that 
                                                line 
                                                would 
                                                hold
 
                                    
                                
                                                He 
                                                said, 
                                                "You'll 
                                                never 
                                                learn 
                                                to 
                                                fish 
                                                on 
                                                    a 
                                                borrowed 
                                                line
 
                                    
                                
                                                You'll 
                                                never 
                                                learn 
                                                to 
                                                write 
                                                if 
                                                you're 
                                                walkin' 
                                                'round 
                                                cryin'
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                it's 
                                                    a 
                                                pity 
                                                that 
                                                you're 
                                                lover 
                                                died 
                                                young
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                you'll 
                                                never 
                                                get 
                                                tired 
                                                of 
                                                livin' 
                                                alone"
 
                                    
                                
                                                No, 
                                                    I 
                                                never 
                                                get 
                                                tired 
                                                of 
                                                livin' 
                                                alone
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sometimes 
                                                my 
                                                feet 
                                                get 
                                                cold 
                                                when 
                                                I'm 
                                                livin' 
                                                alone
 
                                    
                                 
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