You tell me there's an angel in your tree Did he say he'd come to call on me? For things are getting desperate in our home Living in the parish of the
I work for the foundry for a penny and a half a day Like a blind street musician I never see those who pay It's a dirty work in Birmingham Better deal
She's a honky tonk woman Give me, give me, give me the honky tonk blues She's a honky tonk woman Give me, give me, give me the honky tonk blues I met
Who'll walk me down to church when I'm sixty years of age? When the ragged dog they gave me has been ten years in the grave And senorita play guitar,
If you feel that it's real I'm on trial And I'm here in your prison Like a coin in your mint I am dented and I'm spent with high treason Through a glass
It seems as though I've lived my life On the bad side of the moon To stir your dregs in sickness still Without the rustic spoon Common people live with
: (by Rolling Stones) I met a gin soaked, bar-room queen in Memphis, She tried to take me upstairs for a ride. She had to heave me right across her
: Who'll walk me down to church when I'm sixty years of age When the ragged dog they gave me has been ten years in the grave And senorita play guitar
: I work for the foundry for a penny and a half a day Like a blind street musician I never see those who pay It's dirty work in Birmingham Better deal
: It seems as though I've lived my life On the bad side of the moon To stir your dregs in sickness still Without the rustic spoon Common people live
: If you feel that it's real I'm on trial And I'm here in your prison Like a coin in your mint I am dented and I'm spent with high treason Through a
: You tell me there's an angel in your tree Did he say he'd come to call on me For things are getting desperate in our home Living in the parish of the
I work for the foundry for a penny and a half a day Like a blind street musician I never see those who pay It's dirty work in Birmingham Better deal
(by Rolling Stones) I met a gin soaked, bar-room queen in Memphis, She tried to take me upstairs for a ride. She had to heave me right across her
Who'll walk me down to church when I'm sixty years of age When the ragged dog they gave me has been ten years in the grave And senorita play guitar,
You tell me there's an angel in your tree Did he say he'd come to call on me For things are getting desperate in our home Living in the parish of the
