The Delta Bombers все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы
Hit the FloorIt was a cold lit night at 12:05
When a knock came on the door
There was a drunken man with a gun in his hand
Saying everybody on the floor.
Oh that look in his eyes
Came to no surprise that
He was my own kind brother of mine
Move MeNo bread for you on my table now
No bread for you
No bread for you on my table now
No bread for you
No bread for you on my table now
No bread for you
Oh baby till you move me
The Ballad of Big AlThere once was a man about seven foot tall
He was a tree topping son of a gun
Don't ever pick a fight even if you can
Because he's not the kind of man to run son
He's not the kind of man to run
Because I saw him one night in a whiskey fight
It was a blood red moon it was a hell of a sight