Текст песни Tom T. Hall - Gone To Hell In A Basket
Tom T. Hall - Gone To Hell In A Basket слова песни
I fished the everglades for a whileLookin` through the darkness at those alligators` eyesThree days in the sun boys ah it made me wellBut back in Nashville they`re just a givin` me hellSinging (he`s gone to hell in a basket) one of those hand woven casketsYou got a deep question please don`t ask it but I`ve gone to hell in a basketThem airboat boys have got their nerveRight now they`re eatin` all of `em terrible preservesSinging my new song for a sixpack of beer back in Music City this is all you can hear(He`s gone to hell in a basket...Okefanokee ain`t so much they say the grass ain`t so toughThese sawgrass neighbors know what life`s all aboutMeanwhile back in Nashville they`re still wearin` me outWith (he`s gone to hell in a basket...What you say (he`s gone to hell in a basket...Yeah I know he`s gone to hell in a basket...