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Crooked Still - Tell Her To Come Back Home | Текст Иностранной Песни
Feeling sad and lonesome, I'll tell you the reason why, Just last Monday morning my Dony said goodbye, {refrain} Oh, my love, oh, my love, Oh, my love, tell her to
Crooked Still - Low Down And Dirty | Текст Иностранной Песни
She went into the graveyard with trouble on her mind. She was lookin' for the man who make her crazy. From her big brown coat she puller a silver knife. As she held it in her
Crooked Still - Flora | Текст Иностранной Песни
When first I came to Louisville Some pleasure there to find A damsel there from Lexington Was pleasing to my mind Her rosy cheeks Her ruby lips Like arrows pierced
Crooked Still - Did You Sleep Well? | Текст Иностранной Песни
Good mornin, my darlin, I said from the door My bags are all packed, you wont see me anymore. The room it was empty except for your clothes And a picture of the forest through
Crooked Still - Oh, Agamemnon | Текст Иностранной Песни
Oh my darling Lay yourself down Ill tell you a sad sad tale of the love that I hadnt found Till you whispered to me your sweet sound Oh my lady Put your hand in
Crooked Still - Wading Deep Waters | Текст Иностранной Песни
I am wading deep waters trying to get home Lord I am wading deep waters trying to get home I am wading deep waters Wading deep waters Wading deep waters trying to get
Crooked Still - The Absentee | Текст Иностранной Песни
"Someone is absent," the shepherd said As over my classbook he bent his head "For several Sundays absent too So tell me teacher what did you do?"
Crooked Still - Poor Ellen Smith | Текст Иностранной Песни
"Good mornin', my darlin'", I said from the door My bags are all packed, you won't see me anymore The room it was empty except for your clothes And a picture
Crooked Still - Undone In Sorrow | Текст Иностранной Песни
Over yonder in the graveyard Where the wild, wild flowers grow There they laid my own true lover She's gone from me, forever more Fairer than the sweetest
Crooked Still - Florence | Текст Иностранной Песни
Not many years their rounds shall roll Each moment brings it nigh And all your glories stand revealed To our admiring eye You wills of nature speed your course, You
