Текст песни Tom T. Hall - Senior Citizen Star
Tom T. Hall - Senior Citizen Star слова песни
On the floor of the limo there`s a bottle of whiskeyA white Stetson hat with a fine feather bandHis face covered up with the two day old paperHe`s a songwriter legend that grey haired old manThey don`t say much to him he don`t say much to themThey wonder what goes on inside his old headSometimes when they shake him tryin` to wake himHe comes round so slowly they think that he`s deadAnd you`re not allowed to talk about Denver ColoradoYou`re not allowed to talk about his first wife JoanneYou`re not allowed to talk about his first fiddle playerOr anybody who ever worked in Elvis`s bandHe motions the driver to get him some coffeeHe sits there and sips it his eyes on the floorWhen he`s readin` his paper he sometimes looks angryHe`s still tryin` to figure out the Second World WarHe mentions Chicago the Opry and WheelingHis awards are all stacked in the box in his barnHe made millions of dollars with a hoop and a hollerNow he lives in a trailer on a five acre farmAnd you`re not allowed to talk about...As the limo rolls on down the America`s highwaysJust frames to the sign on the side of his carIt says pickin` and singin` for any occasion the songwrittin` senior citizen star