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
Just got back from Paris, France All they do is sing and dance All they've got there is romance What a tragedy Every boulevard has lovers Every lover'
Poor heart, what to do? Dim the light There's no respite For you, for you Poor heart, can you see? Will you beat A sad retreat for me? 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
There's another one due in three month's time She'll have to paint the spare room blue She'll work a little overtime And hope it all works out for Frank
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
Esgourdez rien qu'un instant La goualante du pauvre Jean Que les femmes n'aimaient pas Mais n'oubliez pas Dans la vie y a qu'une morale Qu'on soit riche
Fordítás: Piaf, Edith. A Goualeuse Szegény John.
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
