the ting You were reaching for Swing the groove 'round here Where I can reach it When I get my ass back on track I'm gonna need it Swing shift 'til
Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall She sees the bartender in a pool of blood Cries out, "My God, they
Lots of folks back East, they say Is leavin' home every day Beatin' the hot old dusty way To the California line 'Cross the desert sands they roll Gettin
The sun is setting on the century and we are armed to the teeth We're all working together now to make our lives mercifully brief And school kids keep
There's no place in this world where I'll belong when I'm gone And I won't know the right from the wrong when I'm gone And you won't find me singin' on
the ting You were reaching for Swing the groove 'round here Where I can reach it When I get my ass back on track I'm gonna need it Swing shift til I
Fordítás: Difranco, Ani. Swing (Album Version).
Fordítás: Difranco, Ani. Hinta.
Lots of folks back East, they say, is leavin' home every day, Beatin' the hot old dusty way to the California line. 'Cross the desert sands they roll
Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall. She sees the bartender in a pool of blood, Cries out, "My God,
to the ting You were reaching for Swing the groove 'round here Where I can reach it When I get my ass back on track I'm gonna need it Swing shift til
there's no place in this world where i'll belong when i'm gone. and i won't know the right from the wrong when i'm gone. and you won't find me singin
