Текст песни Buffalo Tom - It`s You
Buffalo Tom - It`s You слова песни
There`s no time - a few hours to sleepJust drive `til tomorrowHere I go - my drunk tank`s on emptyI`ve run low on sorrowOne last demon drop is all that`s left from our last tripAnd that is the taste of you, of youAuld Lang Syne you`re drunk all the timeSing happy new yearHere`s my crime: dried up twists of limeIs all we have left hereBut if I`ve had just one thing thatCould tranquilize my mind - it`s all in a drinkOf you, of youOh little one it`s you, it`s youAre you Jean of Arc or Marie Antoinette?Did you come here to remember or to forgetAs silly as it seems it only happens when I dreamAll at one time of you, of youThe truth is in your teethBecause your smile`s beyond beliefAnd all that is true of you, of you