Текст песни Tim O`Brien - Wagoner`s Lad
Tim O`Brien - Wagoner`s Lad слова песни
The heart is the fortune of all women kindThey`re always controlled, they`re always confinedControlled by their parents until they are wivesThen slaves to their husbands the rest of their livesI am a poor girl, my fortune is sadI`ve always been courted by the wagoner`s ladHe courted my dailey, by night and by dayNow his wagon is loaded and he`s going awayYour parents don`t like me because I am poorThey say I`m not worthy of entering your doorI work for my living, my money`s my ownIf they don`t like me they can leave me aloneYour horses are hungry go feed them some hayCome sit down here by me as long as you stayMy horses ain`t hungry, they won`t eat your haySo fair thee well darlin. I`ll feed on my wayYour wagon needs greasin`, you whip is to mendCome sit down here by me as long as you canMy wagon is greasy, my whip`s in my handSo fair thee well darlin` no longer to standThe heart is the fortune of all women kindThey`re always controlled, they`re always confinedControlled by their parents until they are wivesThen slaves to their husbands the rest of their lives