Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: Watson FamilyНазвание : Every Day DirtДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : Видео:
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John come home all in a wonder, He rattled at the door just like thunder. "Who is that?" Mr. Henley cried. "`Tis my husband! You must hide!" Then John sat down by the fireside a-weepin`, An` up the chimney he got to peepin`. There he saw that poor old soul Settin` up a-straddle of the pot-rack pole. Then John built on a rousing fire Just to suit his own desire. His wife got out with a free good will, "Don`t do that, for the man you`ll kill!" Then John reached up and down he fetched him Like a coon when a dog had ketched him. He blackened his eyes and then did better: He kicked him out right on his setter. Then his wife she crawled under the bed. And he pulled her out by the hair of her head. "And when I`m gone, remember then!" He kicked where the chinches had been. Now the law went down and John went up. He didn`t have the chance of a yaller pup. They sent him down to old chain gang. For beatin` his wife, the dear little thing. Well John didn`t worry, John didn`t cry, But when he got home he socked her in the eye. They took him back to the old town jail, But his wife got lonesome and she paid his bail. Then the judge sent back, made him work so hard He longed to be home in his own front yard. They kept him there and wouldn`t turn him loose. I could tell you more about him, but there ain`t no use. | Похожие исполнители:
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