РозыгрышТекст песни: Hurt Mississippi John - Spike Driver Blues
She walked down the yard, caught the longest train she seen
She walked down the yard, caught the longest train she seen
Said, she`d ride and ride "till the blues wear offa me"
It`s two bullyin` freight trains runnin` side by side
It`s two bullyin` freight trains runnin` side by side
They done stole my rider and I guess they`s satisfied
They rode in the Delta, kept on easin` by
They rode in the Delta, kept on easin` by
Know I feel just like she said her last goodbye
Friend, she won`t write, she won`t telephone
Friend, she won`t write, she won`t telephone
Makes me believe to my soul rider calls that "gone"1
But if I had wings, friend, like Noah`s dove
Friend, if I had wings, friend, like Noah`s dove
I would raise and fly, God knows, where my lover was
I laid down at night, I can`t sleep at all
I laid down at night, I can`t sleep at all
Awful lyin` there wondering if someone rollin` in her arms
Laid my head on my pillow, friends, it be`s too high
Laid my head on my pillow, friends, it be`s too high
Taken down with, I`m gettin` sick and `bout to die
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She walked down the yard, caught the longest train she seen
She walked down the yard, caught the longest train she seen
Said, she`d ride and ride "till the blues wear offa me"
It`s two bullyin` freight trains runnin` side by side
It`s two bullyin` freight trains runnin` side by side
They done stole my rider and I guess they`s satisfied
They rode in the Delta, kept on easin` by
They rode in the Delta, kept on easin` by
Know I feel just like she said her last goodbye
Friend, she won`t write, she won`t telephone
Friend, she won`t write, she won`t telephone
Makes me believe to my soul rider calls that "gone"1
But if I had wings, friend, like Noah`s dove
Friend, if I had wings, friend, like Noah`s dove
I would raise and fly, God knows, where my lover was
I laid down at night, I can`t sleep at all
I laid down at night, I can`t sleep at all
Awful lyin` there wondering if someone rollin` in her arms
Laid my head on my pillow, friends, it be`s too high
Laid my head on my pillow, friends, it be`s too high
Taken down with, I`m gettin` sick and `bout to die
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