Fairport Convention - Cajun woman

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Baby, that preacher gave you his pain
To let the window on his finger in the undertaker s name
(Chorus)
Oh, cajun woman
Some people still call you a queen
I don t believe you re sinking
With all the trouble you ve been
He grew up in the bayou with a Bible round his neck
He never loved a woman in the way you would expect
(Chorus)
Don t tell him by his father, don t tell him by his name
The dogs won t get to heaven, they ll crucify his brain
(Chorus)
Well, it s welcome to the graveyard and welcome to the throne
Welcome to the orphanage where your family sit and moan
Welcome to the liquor stand and welcome to the park
Your mama never told you how lucky you are
(Chorus)

Inne utwory

  • Sun shade
  • Rolling minstrels
  • Angel delight
  • Who knows where
  • Decameron
  • Dawn
  • One more chance
  • John barleycorn
  • Time will show the wiser
  • What is true
  • Tale in hard time
  • Rising for the moon
  • Stranger to himself
  • After halloween
  • Pleasure and pain
  • Si tu dois partir
  • Autopsy
  • Losowe utwory

    Bazyle

    Są i świnki, które tylko ciągle chcą drinki
    Jak widzą piwo to robią głupie minki
    Dobre sztuki wypinają tyłki
    A bazyle jak zwykle w tyle

    Słyszałeś ona kusi
    Patrzysz na nią i wiesz, że twoja dziś być musi
    Może uciekła spod kiecki mamusi
    Połyka czy się krztusi, zasadnicze pytanie
    Tak...

    Werdz from the ghetto child

    [Smiley] Aiyyo I got the dimes that I get, I got the dimes that I bring
    [Preem ] Yo, yo yo
    [Smiley] Yo Preem , what s good?
    [Preem ] What s good man - you still fuckin with that shit son?
    [Smiley] Yo, don t...

    Turn me on

    I m on fire
    get of your seat
    now you laugh
    soon you ll bleed
    I m gonna give you
    what you need
    the time is right
    your love so deep
    You turn me on
    you turn me on baby ...

    Angry and bloody

    Lend me your gun, I ve got someone to kiss
    I m still nervous when I walk down the street,
    Fresh wounds, old wounds, every one knows
    Don t scream on me here we go !! . . .
    I sell old block, I fly straight
    Got no time...

    Another second time around

    Happy, smilin , cryin outburst to my past
    I guess those stormy gray skies simply couldn t last
    And now I find myself a-tugging at your dress
    The fun of holding you down, or seein you frown, it s never gonna pass

    Somewhere there s a place...

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