Got to New York this mornin', just about half-past nine Got to New York this mornin', just about half-past nine Hollerin' one mornin' in Avalon, couldn
Raise up, baby, get your big leg offa mine Raise up, baby, get your big leg offa mine They're so heavy, make a good man change his mind I asked you,
Gimme red lipstick and a bright purple rouge A shingle bob haircut and a shot of good boo' Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' your horn If you come
Well all you ladies gather 'round That good sweet candy man's in town It's the candy man It's the candy man He likes a stick of candy just nine inch long
Wake up in the mornin' With a towel tied 'round her head Wake up in the mornin' Towel tied 'round her head When you speak to her You swear, she almost
You salty dog Hey, hey, hey, you salty dog Said, the big fish, little fish swimmin' in the water Come back here, man, gimme my quarter Says, God made
This is the 'Coffee Blues', I likes a certain brand Maxwell's House, it's good till the last drop Just like it says on the can, I used to have a girl
There's hot time in the old town, down town tonight Hot times in old town tonight There's hot time in the old town, down town tonight Hot times in old
Lonesome is I, wished I could die Nobody cares for me Lonesome is I, wished I could die Nobody cares for me It was a bright moon lighted night, the moon
Casey Jones was a brave engineer He told his fireman to not to fear Says, "All I want, my water and my coal Look out the window, see me drive wheel roll
Yeah, I did all I can do and I can't get along with you I'm gonna take you to your mama Pay day, pay day, pay day Well, the rabbit in a log, I ain't
Пераклад: Hurt Місісіпі Джон. Нью-Ёрк Нью-Ёрку.
( Mississippi John Hurt ) Mrs. Collins weeped, Mrs. Collins moaned, To see her son Louis leavin' home The angels laid him away The angels laid him away
smiling--full of the joys of spring And hear on CNN that Elvis lives again And that John's back with the Beatles and they're goin' out on tour I'll be
