Cry to myself and hanging 'round This old vessel that is, is running 'round I seem to recall feeling serene My hand on the hip of a, a beautiful being And light in my eye and love in my heart It went away, you tore it apart
Just a-hoping you fall six feet south Keep my name out of your mouth
She wrote back and I got down I didn't want no, nobody 'round Now that you've had your fun You got all yours dropping guns And now I disappear, I always did Held them near my coffin lair
Just a-hoping you fall six feet south Keep my name out of your mouth, yeah Your mouth, yeah
Compositores: Daniel Quine Auerbach (PRS), Patrick James Carney (PRS)Editores: Mcmoore Mclesst Publishing (PRS), Wixen Music Publishing Inc (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #33598915 em 22/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM