Lyrics:
gardienne de prison, chanteuse d'orchestre et franc-maçon
Une strip-teaseuse, à temps perdu, emmerdeuse comme on en fait plus
Femme conducteur d'autobus,
ridin' thumb.
Left his home down in Macon, Georgia. Left the shade of an old oak tree.
Got his dreams in his left front pocket.
Got his eye squinted
WELL HER LOVE WAS A HABIT AND I TRIED TO KICK IT
SO I WENT DOWNTOWN AND BOUGHT A ONE-WAY TICKET
AND I RODE THAT GREYHOUND DOWN TO MACON
THEN I
I have never loved a lady
Never touched no silken knee
Macon baby, you drove me crazy
You were so easy to me
Lay me down in Georgia pine cones
l'appareil, bientôt riche
Quand Mwaka Moon aura fait mouche
Allô la Terre, ici, y'a pas d'eau
Chelou comme un son de franc-maçon
Qui sont-ils vraiment, I
down.
Wish I was back in Macon takin' it easy
'Cause when a man's gonna eat fried chicken he's a-gonna get a-greasy.
Omaha honey had a hold on a hell
Hmm-hmm-hmm talk to me Ohio hmm-hmm-hmm tell me where she's gone
Talk to me Ohio can't you hear my song
A Greyhound bus in Macon took her to Atlanta
The Silver
gardienne de prison, chanteuse d'orchestre et franc-maçon
Une strip-teaseuse, à temps perdu, emmerdeuse comme on en fait plus
Femme conducteur d'autobus,
She was a flower for the takin', her beauty cut just like a knife
He was a banker from Macon, he swore he'd love her all a his life
He bought her
mauvais garçon pour satisfaire tout mes démons
Je suis ce mauvais maçon qui te bâtira des murs en carton
Rudes épreuves sur ma route je klaxonne
Mes erreurs
un' blouse de maçon,
Mais j'étais gai comm' un pinson
Comm' un pinson rempli d'audac'
J'avais ach'té pour fair' nouveau
Un joli masque de fortune
Qui
Headin' south on the Macon trail
Kickin' dust inside some county jail
Her mama said "Hey Jackie you be good"
'Cause she knew that she would be
Tennessee
I never washed dishes in Macon, Georgia
I wasn't half as good and I wasn't half as pretty as you
But I still got the feelings - embedded in my
Okela Mayamba Mama ya bana na ngai
Abota Brian na Ana bana na ngai bebê oh yeah Nakomi esclave d’amour liboso na yo bébé
Ba maçon ba tonga ba ndako ya
with Baby
If you know what I know
I get behind her and she shake it
That's my baby
Got this bitch that's from Atlanta
But I met her out in Macon
Walkin'
like me.
I can wash dishes down in Macon, Georgia
And help a blind eye to see.
I'm gonna sing a little song of love for you one more time,
(Tutti
heard that into every life
A little of it must fall
If there's any truth to the saying,
Lord, let it be a southern rain
Marie was born in Macon
I shot a man in Macon over a poker game
I killed another in Atlanta just to build my fame
Well, know I hear them hammers, they're pounding out my
sister she counts the bars, the Macon county cars
She takes a bow, she takes a bow
The Mississippi amends, the Carver and the bends
This land is yours,
and back again
It was in Macon at an all night diner
Trying to catch some it was me he took a shine'ta
Said I better give him some of my old clothes
old man.
Jukin' City, Jukin' City,
I'm going there with a friend.
Jukin' City is a little place down around Macon Town,
Sawdust floors, cold draft
It's Macon if we make it
Savannah if we drown
The bar starts to sink
And all my ears do is ring
I heard you crying
All I hear's wind howling now
I
sister she counts the bars, the Macon county cars
She takes a bow, she takes a bow
The Mississippi amends, the Carver and the bends
This land is yours,
Je ne suis qu'un chanteur de chansons
Parmi les ouvrières, les médecins, les maçons
Un nettoyeur de vérités premières
Un envoyeur de son
Comme
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