Текст песни Trout Fishing In America - Mandaddy
Trout Fishing In America - Mandaddy слова песни
(D. Cooper)Summer is coming, catfish are jumping,The willows are weeping up the river,Mandaddy`s wagon comes rattling and draggingHis magical route.He`s bringing ghost stories and bright penny-whistles,White Chinese muzzles `n tins of glory.Look on the horizon and see the dust rolling down the road.Chorus: Well, my name is Mandaddy and I roam these hills. I sing and I whistle and I`ll cure your ills. Oh Mandaddy, oh Mandaddy`s gonna cure your ills, Mandaddy`s gonna cure your ills.He walks like a farmer, talks like warm water,Smells like tobacco and gun powder.He`s bringing red garters and bright copper kettlesAnd brown leather shoes.He says, "I remember when your folks was youngun`sLaughing and running in Indian summer.They`d watch the horizon and see the dust rolling down the road."Chorus:Everything changes, it`s only natural, nothing remains as it once started.This time next summer I may not be here, hear what I say.Children I love you, you make life worth living,The river`s worth crossing, the gifts worth giving.Look on the horizon and see the dust rolling down the road.Chorus: