Текст песни John Prine - Wedding Day in Funeralville
John Prine - Wedding Day in Funeralville слова песни
Its wedding day in funeralvilleYour soup spoons on your rightThe king and queen will alternateWith the refrigerator lightTheyll be boxing on the t.v. showThe colored kids will singHoo ray for youAnd midnights oilLets burn the whole damn thingFelicia is my dark horse girlIll take her if it rainsShe throws up punchUpon the hostAnd says many stupid thingsBut she aint so badWhen were all aloneShes as differentAs can beShes a part a my heartDontcha pull us apartShes like one of the familyChorusOh no! trouble in the atticWont somebody turn on a liteGot so, so many troublesCant even tellWrong from rightIm gonna comb my hairDarn my socksTip my hatAnd say goodnightIts wedding day in funeralvilleWhat shall I wear tonight? Its wedding day in funeralvilleWhat shall I wear tonight? My car is stuck in washingtonAnd I cannot find out whyCome sit beside me on the swingAnd watch the angels cryIts anybodys ballgameIts everybodys fightAnd the streetlamp saidAs he nodded his headIts lonesome out tonightRepeat chorus