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Текст (слова) песни: G.B.H. - Moonshine Song



I grew up in the deep South, and wore dungarees.
We lived in a little shack, and ate bacon grease.
I slept with my sister, and she slept with my pa.
It didn`t bother my mother, `cus we kept him in a jar.

I ain`t got no moonshine, I ain`t got no wife.
Oh Lord help me, rebuild my life.
Since I was a young boy, travelled far from home.
Oh Lord don`t let me die on my own.

I ended up in prison, down in Tennessee.
There were 14 bad dudes, in the cell with me.
I felt so dirty, I felt like a pig.
Got raped in the showers by Mr Big.

Now my life`s nearly over, it`s been a pain.
And my eyes are getting bad, I didn`t see that train.
Now as I lay dying, I hear coyote hoots.
But it`s two drunk Indians, and they`ve stole my boots.

 

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