Текст и слова песни The Gourds – Fine Leather Truck
Whippoorwill won't ya listen
To my roaming story
We started out frying
Up a morning glory
I tell you 'bout the things ya like t'know I found
& how the moon woke us up with a jigglin' sound
In my fine leather truck
So I rolled up my dirty red pants
Took my shoes off
To my roaming story
We started out frying
Up a morning glory
I tell you 'bout the things ya like t'know I found
& how the moon woke us up with a jigglin' sound
In my fine leather truck
So I rolled up my dirty red pants
Took my shoes off
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