Волынки и Web.
Ничего общего! Почти...

Lotta Man (In That Little Boy)

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 27.08.2012

His life is that blue bike, ball glove an' fishin' pole,
Tree-house, BB gun and band aid covered knees.
He does good deliverin' papers,
An' cuttin' grass for the neighbours,
Except for Widow Wilson: he cuts hers for free.
His little hands do a lot for a kid his age,
He puts one-tenth of his hard earned money,
In the offering plate each Sunday by his own choice.
There's a lotta man in that little boy.

Weekdays, he tries to sleep late:
Weekends, he's up at daybreak.
Him an' Roy wadin' in Cotton Creek.
That dog was like his brother:
You'd seen one, you'd see the other.
Cut one an' both of them would bleed.
Tires screamed, but that ol' truck couldn't stop.
There's the tree that he buried him under;
He made a cross from scraps of lumber,
An' on it carved: "God Bless ol' Roy."
There's a lotta man in that little boy.

There's a house, down where he goes fishin':
He told his Mom: "Those kids got nothin',
"And I don't need all these toys."
There's a lotta man.
(There's a lotta man. There's a lotta man.)
In that little boy


Похожие новости.


Не Губите Мужики

Не Губите Мужики

За деревней, у реки, Рубят лес мужики. И творят, что хотят, Только щепки летят. Не застудит терема, Непогода зима, И никто не вспомнит, нет, Как цветёт первоцвет. Припев: Не губите мужики, не губите! Не рубите дерева, не рубите! Ради гнёздышка грача, Не



Boat Yard

Boat Yard

I never see the clouds Fall on you Baby tell me how Easy what to do When the sun shines through the rainbow I know is truth Baby all my life I'll wait for you At the boat



The Valley

The Valley

These are days of hit and run In the stream with everyone Is a moment of our lives On a wandering river Going on together Many journeys to arrive I've been walking Through the valley Through the tall



Аэроплан

Аэроплан

Я нарисую облака И подарю их на прощанье. Аэродромы, города Не сокращают расстояние. И будем мы с тобой куковать На разных континентах, И на клочки бумагу рвать... Погоди,не улетай, Солнце моё. И на крыльях прочитай Ты моё имя. Но летает где-



On Fire

On Fire

Yeah.. Ya Know?.. Critics Man Critics Never Got Nothin Nice To Say man You know the one thing I notice about critics man? Is.. critics never ask me how my day went Well imma




Нет комментариев

Комментариев нет.

Извините, обсуждение на данный момент закрыто.