I pity the poor immigrant Who wishes he would've stayed home Who uses all his power to do evil But in the end is always left so alone That man whom with
you, for you Poor heart, can you see? Will you beat A sad retreat for me? Poor heart Poor mouth, poor eyes Poor soul, poor mind Poor start, poor heart Poor
Poor John Blues Trk 13 3:53 Sleepy John Estes (John Adam Estes) Sleepy John Estes - guitar & vocal Jab Jones - piano & James 'Yank' Rachell - mandolin
When all is gone and things go wrong We don't need them anymore The artifacts and all they lack We don't need them anymore I don't have the means and
Poor John Henry could never prove his worth I sure hope he makes it in the end So frustrated always underrated I sure hope he makes it in the end He wakes
at Dallas 'Cause she hates those Texas girls Poor cow You'll get your dumb man You'll see your whole life coming at you In the back of his hand Poor
make a monkey outa me, Life gets lonesome on the mountainside, Guess that's the reason little John sit and cried Poor little John, poor little John
at Dallas `Cause she hates those Texas girls Poor cow You'll get your dumb man You'll see your whole life coming at you In the back of his hand Poor
Fordítás: John, Elton. Szegény tehén.
Fordítás: John Wesley Harding. Szegény szív.
Fordítás: Roger Miller. Szegény kis John.
When all is gone, and things go wrong, We don't need them anymore. The artifacts and all they lack, We don't need them anymore. I don't have the means
nag at Dallas `Cause she hates those Texas girls Poor cow You'll get your dumb man You'll see your whole life coming at you In the back of his hand Poor
: I pity the poor immigrant Who wishes he would've stayed home, Who uses all his power to do evil But in the end is always left so alone. That man whom
: When all is gone, and things go wrong, We don't need them anymore. The artifacts and all they lack, We don't need them anymore. I don't have the means
I pity the poor immigrant Who wishes he would've stayed home, Who uses all his power to do evil But in the end is always left so alone. That man whom
