isnt a race mmm betta back off and lower the pace now slow it down gotta give me some space mmm movin too fast this isnt a race mm-mm i'm old greg i
the sheets I feel an old weakness comin? on strong Window wide open in the back bedroom Sweet smellin? honeysuckle in full bloom I feel an old weakness
On top of Old Smokey, All covered with snow, I lost my true lover, For courting too slow. For courting's a pleasure, But parting is grief, And a false
I'm gonna tie a string to the door I just can't take it no more. Gonna get out my pliers, That's the truth, And I'll say "So long, you old tooth!" So
Vertaling: Greg Brown. So Long, julle ou Tooth.
Vertaling: Holland, Greg. Ou Swakheid (Comin 'op' n sterk).
