5.9.05
Παλιές ιστορίες.
High water risin', six inches 'bove my head
Coffins droppin' in the street
Like balloons made out of lead
Water pourin' into Vicksburg, don't know what I'm going to do
"Don't reach out for me," she said
"Can't you see I'm drownin' too?"
It's rough out there
High water everywhere
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Early early one morning, water was comin' in my door
Early one morning, water was comin' in my door
[...]
It was dark and it was rainin', baby you could hear that howlin' wind
[...]
Hey my baby was cryin', I didn't have a thing to eat
Hey hey hey, I didn't have a thing to eat
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It thundered and it lightened and the winds began to blow
There was a thousand women, didn't have no place to go
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Comments:
Πολύ καλή η συλλογή, θα την κρατήσω. Η συμπόνοια κι οι εικόνες έρχονται και παρέρχονται' τα blues μένουν.
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