Текст песни John Wesley Harding - Famous Man
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Mother, last night I shot a famous manHis music, his life, I was his greatest fanMother, I`m sorry for all the things that I didI`ve been hiding it all of my life, shouldГЊve kept it still hidShould`ve kept it still hidMother, last night I shot a famous manAin`t it funny the things a man does cos he knows that he canWhen I raise my voice, it`s a small feeble sound in the windTo make yourself heard in this big bad world, you must know where to beginYou must know where to beginMother, last night I shot a famous manBut today I can`t say it all went according to planHe just looked at me, he stared me straight in the eyesNow I know how he felt every day til he diedEvery day til he diedMother, well now people listen to meI`m the King of America, some say that I`m the King of ComedyMother, now that I know what it means to be heardI wish I put down my gun, like he put down his guitarAnd I wish that I`d swallowed my wordsWished I`d swallowed my wordsMother, I knew him, but he never knew me