Текст песни Banjos on the Moon - Trout Fishing In America

Somewhere in a jungle long ago
In another land, somebody felt a need
Though everywhere they looked it was paradise
Food was hanging from the trees
It started with a gourd, a stick, and a string
Turned an ordinary drum into a drum that could sing
Looked up at the night, plucked out a tune
Turned to his friends and said
Someday there'll be banjos, banjos on the moon
In the belly of a ship long ago
Filled with stolen men, somebody felt a need
Longing for a half-forgotten paradise
Miles across the sea
It started with a gourd, a stick, and a string
Turned an ordinary drum into a drum that could sing
Looked up at the night, plucked out a tune
Turned to his friends and said
Someday there'll be banjos, banjos on the moon.
Up on the moon, banjos on the moon
Up on the moon, banjos on the moon
Somewhere in a Smokey Mountain dream
Sitting by a fire, somebody felt a need
Dreaming of his mansion up in paradise
When he heard the banjo strings
He heard the angels sing
It started with a gourd, a stick, and a string
Turned an ordinary drum into a drum that could sing
Looked up at the night, plucked out a tune
Turned to his friends and said
Someday there'll be banjos, banjos on the moon
Up on the moon, banjos on the moon
Up on the moon, banjos on the moon
Somewhere in a jungle long ago
In another land, somebody felt a need