Текст песни
Hey tramps, let's listen story 'bout the Dirty John
He went to an old south for a Cigar Box Song
His life was not sweet, his wife left him alone
he rode a dead horse and he's money was gone
Old ragged jacket
Old torn shoes
Meaning of his life became to lose
And devil whip scotch and listen to a Dirty John Who's
Gone to an old south for a Cigar box song
Now this little tramp, my friends, is all alone
he's been very high and
he's been in a hobo low
Once he met a thief His name was Tom Crow
That wasn't the best meeting, this was right travel ow
He's sleeping in dog house
His life was so bad, so...
He was buried alive and tells R.I.P. John
when he saw that's coffin saying he begin to burn
he rosing from the dead and screaming
Cigar Box Song!!!
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