Текст песни Cross Canadian Ragweed - Brooklyn Kid
Cross Canadian Ragweed - Brooklyn Kid слова песни
Well I gotta friend that lives south of townLoves to sit and burn one downSpin some vinyl on his stereoEvery now and then he speaks of warOne tour of duty on a foreign shoreFightin` for his way homeFightin` for his way homeReturnin` home to his native landLeft New York for Texas manQuieter times were in his cardsHe met a girl she met a manDropped to his knees and he took her handA simple life ain`t that hardNo, a simple life ain`t all that hardA new generation on the groundNothin` in the world could bring him downFlyin` like he had wingsSeveral years came and wentNot one of them was poorly spentA good man`s life he was chiselin`Yeah, a good man`s life he was chiselin`Reflecting on the Viet-CongUncle John`s Band and a Dylan songSmellin` like it`s supper timeYou know it brought a tear to his eyeThe day that Jerry Garcia diedHe said he was the genius of his timeYeah, A Friend of the Devil is a Friend of MineDon`t try to find itMake the timeA couple of joints and a bottle of wineYou`ll be glad that you didWith the Grateful Dead spinnin` round Kick your feet back and be astoundBy the life of the Brooklyn kid