Текст песни Elton John - Whitewash County
Elton John - Whitewash County слова песни
Tonight it`s hot down hereI can almost smell the rainAnd I can almost taste the fearBehind your nameFans turning on the ceilingI feel sticky as a chili dogWhite boys howling in the eveningOn that hollow logTall tales down the riverSay we aim to bury the truthBut the right hand just deliveredThe devil in a suitAnd he talks big in Whitewash CountyTalks sweet as sugar caneGot a past that`s filled with lightningGot a future filled with rainBug buzzing in an empty glassFiddle scratching some lazy tuneWe`re just some place that history passedNew dust, new broomAnd it`s a high hot buttered moonHe`s got a shiny new wax faceSwears the South`s gonna rise again soonAll over the placeRain down on Whitewash CountySmell the air coming up the lineWell you`ve changed your face so oftenBut you never change your mind