Letra de Widow's Weed
Waitin" til my dyin' day That's when I pack these tired blues away That's when I go to lay down in my grave That'll be my flyin' dayWondering what i'm workin' for Ain't gonna be your lowdown dog no more Ain't gonna bleach an' scrub your kitchen floor I wonder what I'm workin' forMaking tiny feet for shoes Didn't have the right to pick 'n choose Didn't know the freedom I would lose In making tiny feet for shoesWorking dozen to the nine Feels like I'm just servin' time Waitin' in this goddamn line Hell or heaven I'll be fineCookin' nothing in the pan That's the way life dealt my hand That'll be my livin' last demand To get something from this landPlayin' around the toes of time Waiting for the spark that'll free my mind That'll put unhappiness behind Just looking for an exit sign