Текст песни J. J. Cale - Brown Dirt
J. J. Cale - Brown Dirt слова песни
Brown dirt, stickin to my fingersBrown dirt, clingin to my feetBrown dirt, mississippi bottom landPickin that cotton for the man down the streetBrown dirt, raisin his vegetablesBrown dirt, growin his grassBrown dirt, walkin down the pathwayPickin that cotton now I hope it is my lastBrown dirt, somebody told me, be the last place you layBrown dirt, cover my bodyIll soon be the cotton thats grown another dayBrown dirt wet, youre sinkinBrown dirt dry, you dustBrown dirt, Ive been thinkinWell all come to you and we wont be the firstBrown dirt, somebody told me, be the last place you layCover my bodyIll soon be the cotton thats grown another dayIf a stick moves, its a snakeIf a water is still, its a lakeIf you harm yourself, you know it hurtsFinal destination, brown dirt