Fordítás: Chickenfoot. Oh Yeah.
Hey you! Rio Grande crawling with desperation Hard drugs linin' the gunny sack The air is thick with persperation A new life waits for the wetback
Uh Is that that new thing, Joe? It better be. Huh? Talk to me, chief It that it, Joe? Well, that's cool though, haha Alright Sometime you gotta roll
I said, oh, watchin? them fall Never hurt at all One by one Falling from the sun And melting down Sooner hit the ground Up so fast The future in the
Get it up Down deep dark circles Round and round down below Bound by condition Drowning in sorrow Now get it up Arriba, ?riba Oh, oh, oh Get it up
Lost in a sea of memories Learning to fly again Morning comes early oh oh oh Trying to trust these wings Cuz when I fall I fall deep When I crawl I'
If I were a healer, I'd use my hands I'd put a spell on you if I were a magic man If I were Jesus, Buddha or a king If I were a bluesman, oh Lord, I
Well, the sun's up, it's 6:30 Fell asleep with the TV on again Take five, check out the weather It's monday morning for the single mom And a, works
Uh huh Well, she got back and up front She?s everything any country boy need, wooh Inside is outside Now what you see is what she got up her sleeve,
Got money, got fame Fast cars and everything, yeah, whoo I wanna dance, I gotta sing Rock, soul, blues, sing anything to ya, hey I got a woman, she
Oh well, a standing question One more time again, yeah Looking for a mass solution Counting on another man, well Well, duck down, I'm taking cover Everything
You?ve got vision Don?t wait for somebody else to do it One thought in your mind Don?t wait for somebody else to prove it Forward straight line, yeah
