Текст (слова) песни: C.W. Mccall - Sloan

(Bill Fries, Chip Davis)

Well, I found him on the corner of Seventh and Main
In the Iowa township of Sloan (Township of Sloan...)
He`s tired, and he`s hungry, he`s old, and he`s grungy
And parked in a no-parkin` zone

Well I bent down an` says "How ya doin`, old fella?"
He tried to get up on his own (On his own...)
When I gave him a piece a` my ham salad sandwich
He reached up an` licked on my nose

[Chorus]
He gave him a piece of his ham salad sandwich
And reached up and licked on his nose
Old Sloan...

Well, I opened the door of my old beat-up semi
Threw an old dirty shirt on the floor (On the floor...)
He hopped in an` laid hisself down by the gearshift
Curled up and started to snore

For years we went truckin` them highways together
On the byways of life we did roam (They did roam...)
With his paws on the dashboard an` his head out the winda
An` his ears in the breeze, gently blowin`

[Chorus]
With his paws on the dashboard, his head out the winder
And his ears in the breeze gently blowin`
Old Sloan...

When one mornin` last May, four miles north a` Mondamin
I stopped to use a pay telephone (Pay telephone...)
Old Sloan made a fireplug, while I made a phone call
An` when I come back, he was gone

Well I searched forty miles of that Interstate highway
And the byways that we used to roam (Used to roam...)
From Ricketts to Red Line, Magnolia to Woodbine
But I just couldn`t find poor ol` Sloan

[Chorus]
From Fiscus to Jacksonville, Quick to Correctionville
Looked like the end for old Sloan

Poor ol` fella. He didn`t have no license, nor shots, nor nothin`.

I thought he`s a goner.

When on a cold winter day on the ninth of November
I`s drivin` my rig all alone (All alone...)
When my eye caught a blur in my left rear-view mirror
An` my ears heard the sound of old Sloan

He`s runnin` as fast as his old legs could run `im
An` cryin` for me to slow down (To slow down...)
His tail was a-waggin`, his tongue was a-draggin`
An` I opened the door for old Sloan

[Chorus]
His tail was a-waggin`, his tongue was a-draggin`
And he opened the door for old Sloan
Old Sloan...

Well I gave him a hug as he licked me all over
An` I threw him his old dirty bone (Old dirty bone...)
Then in through the winda jumped a poodle from Pisgah
An` she set on down beside Sloan

[Chorus]
Then in through the winder come a poodle from Pisgah
And set herself down beside Sloan.
Old Sloan...

So that`s where ya been, boy.

Hey! She`s kinda purty.

Aw, Sloan.

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: C.W. Mccall - Sloan (Bill Fries, Chip Davis) Well, I found him on the corner of Seventh and Main In the Iowa township of Sloan (Township of Sloan...) He`s tired, and he`s hungry, he`s old, and he`s grungy And parked in a no-parkin` zone Well I bent down an` says "How ya doin`, old fella?" He tried to get up on his own (On his own...) When I gave him a piece a` my ham salad sandwich He reached up an` licked on my nose [Chorus] He gave him a piece of his ham salad sandwich And reached up and licked on his nose Old Sloan... Well, I opened the door of my old beat-up semi Threw an old dirty shirt on the floor (On the floor...) He hopped in an` laid hisself down by the gearshift Curled up and started to snore For years we went truckin` them highways together On the byways of life we did roam (They did roam...) With his paws on the dashboard an` his head out the winda An` his ears in the breeze, gently blowin` [Chorus] With his paws on the dashboard, his head out the winder And his ears in the breeze gently blowin` Old Sloan... When one mornin` last May, four miles north a` Mondamin I stopped to use a pay telephone (Pay telephone...) Old Sloan made a fireplug, while I made a phone call An` when I come back, he was gone Well I searched forty miles of that Interstate highway And the byways that we used to roam (Used to roam...) From Ricketts to Red Line, Magnolia to Woodbine But I just couldn`t find poor ol` Sloan [Chorus] From Fiscus to Jacksonville, Quick to Correctionville Looked like the end for old Sloan Poor ol` fella. He didn`t have no license, nor shots, nor nothin`. I thought he`s a goner. When on a cold winter day on the ninth of November I`s drivin` my rig all alone (All alone...) When my eye caught a blur in my left rear-view mirror An` my ears heard the sound of old Sloan He`s runnin` as fast as his old legs could run `im An` cryin` for me to slow down (To slow down...) His tail was a-waggin`, his tongue was a-draggin` An` I opened the door for old Sloan [Chorus] His tail was a-waggin`, his tongue was a-draggin` And he opened the door for old Sloan Old Sloan... Well I gave him a hug as he licked me all over An` I threw him his old dirty bone (Old dirty bone...) Then in through the winda jumped a poodle from Pisgah An` she set on down beside Sloan [Chorus] Then in through the winder come a poodle from Pisgah And set herself down beside Sloan. Old Sloan... So that`s where ya been, boy. Hey! She`s kinda purty. Aw, Sloan. Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Sloan: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/102/1/12485.html Все тексты песен: C.W. Mccall » C.W. Mccall - Riverside Slide » C.W. Mccall - Nishnabotna » C.W. Mccall - Comin` Back For More » C.W. Mccall - Sloan » C.W. Mccall - Outlaws and Lone Star Beer » C.W. Mccall - Kidnap America » C.W. Mccall - Convoy » C.W. Mccall - Wolf Creek Pass » C.W. Mccall - Ghost Town » C.W. Mccall - The Little Brown Sparrow and Me » C.W. Mccall - Four Wheel Drive » C.W. Mccall - City of New Orleans » C.W. Mccall - Classified » C.W. Mccall - Green River » C.W. Mccall - Silverton » C.W. Mccall - The Little Things In Life » C.W. Mccall - Aurora Borealis » C.W. Mccall - Four Wheel Cowboy » C.W. Mccall - Watch The Wildwood Flowers » C.W. Mccall - I`ve Trucked All Over This Land Рекомендуем скачать: » Елена Фролова - Мне кажется, нам было бы с тобой... » Елена Фролова - И как всегда » Евгения Ланцберг - Сохатый друг. Катанье по Кольцу... » Евгений Исакевич - Одуванчик » Елена Казанцева - Неужели уеду в Америку... » Егор летов - Как сметана » Евгения Райзер - Остров белый (Из цикла Письма с острова С.) » Евгений Муравьев - Закрыть глаза? Устал от темноты... » Егор летов - Как листовка » Евгений Бабенко - Шереметьевский Post Scriptum » Елена Елизарьева - Вот и все » Ефим Ташлицкий - Я старый подранок с обмякшим от крови крылом... » Евгения Логвинова - Памяти Клиффорда Брауна » Евгений Осин - Портрет работы Пабло Пикассо » Евгений Клячкин - Россия » Елена Елизарьева - Пиши » Е.Неклюдова - Повозка » Евгений Бабенко - Памяти отца » Екатерина Барановская - Дом ветра » Евгений Бачурин - Ты негаданный, нежданный
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