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Текст песни John Prine - Donald and Lydia

John Prine - Donald and Lydia слова песни




Small town, bright lights, Saturday night,Pinballs and pool halls flashing their lights.Making change behind the counter in a penny arcadeSat the fat girl daughter of Virginia and Ray(Spoken:) LydiaLydia hid her thoughts like a catBehind her small eyes sunk deep in her fat.She read romance magazines up in her roomAnd felt just like Sunday on Saturday afternoon.Chorus:But dreaming just comes naturalLike the first breath from a baby,Like sunshine feeding daisies,Like the love hidden deep in your heart.Bunk beds, shaved heads, Saturday night,A warehouse of strangers with sixty watt lights.Staring through the ceiling, just wanting to beLay one of too many, a young PFC:(Spoken:) DonaldThere were spaces between Donald and whatever he said.Strangers had forced him to live in his head.He envisioned the details of romantic scenesAfter midnight in the stillness of the barracks latrine.Repeat Chorus:Hot love, cold love, no love at all.A portrait of guilt is hung on the wall.Nothing is wrong, nothing is right.Donald and Lydia made love that night.(Spoken:) LoveThe made love in the mountains, they made love in the streams,They made love in the valleys, they made love in their dreams.But when they were finished there was nothing to say,`Cause mostly they made love from ten miles away.Repeat Chorus:

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