Текст песни Hard Luck Child - Skip James
I've
been
to
the
Indian
nation,
and
I've
been
to
the
territo'
I've
been
to
the
nation,
I've
been
to
the
territo'
And
I'm
a
hard
luck
child,
catch
the
devil
everywhere
I
go...
You
work
out...
long
old
lonesome
road
You
work
out...
Holler,
long
old
lonesome
road
I'm
got
to
leave
from
here
Gotta
catch
the
first
train
that
blows
She
used
to
be
mine,
but
look
who
got
her
now
She
used
to
be
mine,
but
look
who
got
her
now
And
he
sure
can't
keep
her
She
don't
mean
him
no
good
no
now
Now
I
b'lieve
to
my
soul,
my
mama's
bad-luck
child
I
b'lieve
to
my
soul,
my
mama
bad-luck
child
And
if
I
wouldn't...
women
would
run
me
wild
Альбом
Times Ain't Like They Used To Be Vol. 7: Early American Rural Music Classic Recordings Of 1920'S And 1930'S
дата релиза
20-06-2005
1 Go On, Nora Lee
2 Times Has Done Got Hard
3 Cannonball Rag
4 Devil and My Brown Blues
5 Primrose Hill
6 Hard Luck Child
7 Jeunes Gens De La Campagne
8 I'm Gonna Cross the River of Jordan Some of These Days
9 Jack Of Diamonds
10 Dry Spell Blues (Part 1)
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