Текст песни Steve Earle - My Uncle
Steve Earle - My Uncle слова песни
A letter came today from my draft boardWith trembling hands I read the questionnaireIt asked me lots of things about my mamma and poppaNow that aint what I call exactly fairSo Im headed for the nearest foreign borderVancouver may be my kind of townCause they dont need the kind of law and orderThat tends to keep a good man undergroundA sad old soldier once told me a storyAbout a battlefield that he was onHe said a man should never fight for gloryHe must know what is right and what is wrongSo Im headed for the nearest foreign borderVancouver may be my kind of townCause they dont need the kind of law and orderThat tends to keep a good man undergroundNow I dont know how much I owe my uncleBut I suspect its more than I can payHes asking me to sign a three year contractI guess Ill catch the first bus out todaySo Im headed for the nearest foreign borderVancouver may be my kind of townCause they dont need the kind of law and orderThat tends to keep a good man underground