Letra de Last of the Troubadors
Over my dead body People place the flowers Meetings in the lobby Lemonade turned sour Nobody is happy anymore Last of the troubadorsI played in every ballroom A shadow of a man My guitar was an heirloom I called it Mary Anne Nobody is happy anymore Last of the troubadorsI died in my sleep There was no pain Falling in love With you againJumping in the river Swimming with my dog Walking in the winter Steam rising with the fog Nobody is happy anymore Last of the troubadors