Walter Brennan все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

The boll weevil am a little black bug
Come from Mexico they say
Came all the way from Texas
Lookin' for a place to stay
(Just lookin' for a home)
Just lookin' for a home.

The first time I seen a boll weevil

I seen a farmer and a mule a-plowin'
Over on the moutainside
The farmer was a munblin' and a-grumblin'
As he plowed them furror deep and wide.

Well, as he went along a-plowin'
He wasa swearin and snortin' all the way
I overheared his conversation with his mule

She's been out in that kitchen all mornin' now
'Cause tomorrow is Chrustmas eve
Now I ain't had the heart to show her some how
These letters I hate for her to read.

Yesterday mornin' I went after the mail
I always bring it back to her to open
But for some reason though I read Johnny's letter

How old was I when I first seen old Rivers?
I can't remember when he weren't around
Well, that old fellow did a heap of work
Spent his whole life walking plowed ground
He had a one-room shack not far from us
And well, we was about as poor as him
He had one old mule he called Midnight
And I'd trailed along after them