Текст песни Clint Black - Bob Away My Blues
Clint Black - Bob Away My Blues слова песни
well im goin down to the riverive got a canepole in my handive got my redworms in a maxwell house coffee cani`m gonna sit under ashade tree on a riverbank where its coolim gonna close my and dream and let that cork bob away my blueswell i wake up every mornin i pick peaches all day and on saturday night we`ll have a dance or two we might waller in the haynow the only thing that ever whipped my pa was this bad dude called old age and his last years was his best yearsand this is what he had to sayhe siad boy ive worked this dirt all my life but things aint been good for awhilewhy dont you move to the city make alittle money you might be the first one in the family ever to die with a smilewell i took his advice things goin wellbut my friends are far and few but whoever said a city boy cant have the the country blueswhoever said a city boy cant have the the country blueswhoever said a city boy cant have the the country blueswell honey they aint talked to me and you