Letra de American Wheeze (Night Owl Session)
Yeah, I've grown tired Of the words of the single man Hangin' lifeless on his every word Oh, old manYou don't understand, dear man That little angel held out her hand Sayin', "Father, Father I love you Oh, praise Jesus I've got you"Okay, yeah, billy goat And we'll play farm I didn't mean to spirit, stiff you Nor to do you no harmYou say you got a bone to pick, well There's plenty showin' on me Come on up, yeah, bring your temper We'll see, we'll seeYeah, you may be the one Come on, son Bring your blade and gunAnd if I die By your hand I've got a home In Glory Land, yeahOh, play for it