Tobacco Road Tobacco Road Tobacco Road Tobacco Road Tobacco Road But it's home yes the only life I've ever known and the lord knows how much I loathe Tobacco
Yo nací, en el suelo Mamá murió, papá se emborrachó En plena calle me abandonó Amor y solo en la Calle del Tabaco
me here to die alone In the middle of Tobacco Road Growin' up rusty shack All I had was hangin' on my back Only you know how I loathe This place called Tobacco
Than the God we once believed in Till the butcher and his crown Raped the land we used to sleep in Now tomorrow chimes of ghostly crimes That haunt tobacco
taller than the God we once believed in The butcher and his crown raped the land we used to sleep in Now tomorrow chimes of ghostly crimes that haunt Tobacco
die or grow In the middle of Tobacco Road Grew up in a dusty shack And all I had was a-hangin' on my back Only you know how I loathe This place called Tobacco
orange glow, let our love flow No Romeo, no Juliet, what we got is deeper than that Let's stay in bed, watch TV, and shag tobacco I want you, I want you
glow, let our love flow No romeo no juliet, What we got is deeper than that Lets stay in bed, watch t.v. and shag tobacco I want you, I want you....
(G. Johnson) Well, she dialed a phone number Well, she dialed a phone number Well, she dialed a phone number Written on tobacco hand And her words
fry Wave your last goodbye, could you see? There's too much tobacco spit on these strings There's too much tobacco spit on these strings There's too much tobacco
I heard you what the problem is I didn't hear you both You're coming through Like weird electric jive Bumming your role I'm playing your role Will you
my home Tobacco Road, Tobacco Road Tobacco Road, Tobacco Road Say you're dirty and filthy I despise, I despise you 'cause you're filthy But I love you because you're my home Tobacco
a town Be very proud to show keep the name of Tobacco Road Coz its home The only life I ever know, yeh And the Lord knows I loathed Tobacco Road. Yeh, Tobacco
the god we once believed in Till the butcher and his crown Raped the land we used to sleep in Now tommorow chimes of ghostly crimes That haunt Tobacco
booze, tobacco, dope, pussy, cars
die or grow In the middle of Tobacco Road I grew up in a dusty shack And all I had was a'hangin' on my back Only you know how I loathe This place called Tobacco
Vertaling: Diere. Tobacco Road.
Vertaling: Kale Jr. Tabak Spit.
