As the cafe was closing on a warm summer night And Cathy was cleaning the spoons The radio played the hit parade And I hummed along with the tune She
It was Christmas in prison And the food was real good We had turkey and pistols Carved out of wood And I dream of her always Even when I don't dream Her
me Of my childhood souvenirs Memories they can't be boughten They can't be won at carnivals for free Well it took me years to get those souvenirs And
me Of my childhood souvenirs Chorus: Memories they can't be boughten They can't be won at carnivals for free Well it took me years To get those souvenirs
ترجمه: Prine ، جان. سوغات.
I am an old woman named after my mother My old man is another child that's grown old If dreams were lightning thunder was desire This old house would
Feelings are strange especially when they come true and I had a feeling you'd be leaving soon so I tried to rearrange all my emotions but it seems the
It was Christmas in prison and the food was real good we had turkey and pistols carved out of wood and I dream of her always even when I don't dream
As the cafe was closing on a warm summer night And Cathy was cleaning the spoons The radio played the "Hit Parade" And I hummed a long with the tune
Grandpa wore his suit to dinner Nearly every day No particular reason He just dressed that way Brown necktie and a matching vest And both his wingtip
Small town, bright lights, Saturday night, Pinballs and pool halls flashing their lights. Making change behind the counter in a penny arcade Sat the
had an apartment in the city, Me and Loretta liked living there. Well, it'd been years since the kids had grown, A life of their own left us alone. John
People who are sad - sometimes they wear a frown And people who are kings - sometimes they wear a crown But all the people who don't fit Get the only
kitchen and died And oh what a feeling! When my soul Went thru the ceiling And on up into heaven I did ride When I got there they did say John, it happened
Sam Stone came home, To his wife and family After serving in the conflict overseas. And the time that he served, Had shattered all his nerves, And left
Wanda had a baby in nineteen fifty one. The father was stranger and a stranger was the son. Call that child James Lewis, call these rooms a home. Changing
