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Gourds - Gangsta Lean | Текст Иностранной Песни
Yer gonna have t'sit there and drink yer cup of muddy water Yer gonna have t'let the blood dry on yer hands Ask yer mama t'knit you a blanket from esau's thigh
Gourds - Plaid Coat | Текст Иностранной Песни
Started out late In my dirty plaid coat Watched my heel Lift the dead satin dress From the ground One day I touched it with my hands And it scattered like scared
Gourds - Cold Bed | Текст Иностранной Песни
The cold tonight seems more anxious to talk Than he has seemed in nights before Skinless face and yellow heart, he Hesitates and I wait All my stories are about the same
Gourds - Maria | Текст Иностранной Песни
Oh maria hands it out She comes from guatamala She helps me get around She helps when I'm in trouble When the ice cream hit the ground The federales they were
Gourds - God's House | Текст Иностранной Песни
When you walk out of god's house Don't complain You've got yer gold and silver And you've got yer pretty girl When you walk out of god's house
Gourds - Laying Around The House | Текст Иностранной Песни
Columbia's unwound If it gets any worse Gonna have to go down Get me some military training Embark on a little mission Slap some bicycle together Got to get
Gourds - Lowlands | Текст Иностранной Песни
I saddled me a wounded priest Rode him wet through this august heat I took me a german bride All empty and bloody inside In the dark I heard a thief He stole my
Gourds - January 6 | Текст Иностранной Песни
Waiting for the lozenge to clear yer throat So you can stand up and say all the words you wrote All along the fences, all along the lines Yer gumption's fading and the
Gourds - County Orange | Текст Иностранной Песни
Our little friend He didn¹t want to wear His white buckled shoes Nor was barefoot His speed He didnt like grocery store feet He was a fussy little kid
Gourds - When The Money Comes Rolling In | Текст Иностранной Песни
Jack hammers whistle at your gait Call it what you will When all the beauties go to lunch Call it what you will When the self-bereaved bastards bellyache Languid from
