Текст (слова) песни: Jack Erdie - Dreamsicle

He’s out on the back porch again
Beggin’ to get in for the night
Nearly broke down the door
And woke the house
If not the neighborhood
I hear mama’s mad, weary voice
“What about that five-dollar bill?
When you left it was gone.
Now, I bet you know nothin’ about that.”

“Yes, I seen it,” he said,
“But I don’t steal from my only daughter.
If I’m lyin’ I’m cryin’,
And there ain’t a tear in my eye.
I got thirty-five bucks
For a paint job I done Junior Slaughter
Now, I drunk it all up
I cain’t help myself
Yes, I do try.”

When you lie to your child to her face
With that poker expression
Well, she slammed the door right on his ace
Bolted it, too
He slumped into the swing on the porch
And was snorin’
To shut out the rumble
I wound up my Whinny the Pooh

Then a scratch on the window screen
Woke me and choked me with terrror
His shadow there looked like the devil
Come after my soul
But my grandfather’s masculine voice
Said, “Come here to the winder.”
Then he hand me five dollars.
“Stick this in your poor mama’s purse.”

“Did you take it?” I asked
With the candor a child gets away with
“Well, I mighta,” he said,
“But I done it for her and for you.
Piney Finn cut me in
On the start of a surefire investment
That five there is profit
Soon there’ll be more comin’ through.

“I better go check my investment,”
He winked at me slyly
Give grandpa a kiss
His whiskery cheek scratched my face
He turned with sad, broken smile
Hobbled off to some bushes
And fished out a brown paper bag
From a fresh hidin’ place.

When he didn’t come back for a couple of days
You could see the concern in her eyes
“If he’s tryin’ to make me feel guilty
Or worried,” she said, “Then he’ll get a surprise.”

But I could remember the time
When he’d let me climb up on his back
Ride me that way down the hill
To DiMaria’s Dairy
Buy me a dreamsicle
Sing me an old army song
And I knew that the time would return
When he’d be his old self
With his hair trimmed down close
And his clean shaven face
And the scent of Old Spice
Ah, that’d be nice.

He’s out on the back porch again
Only after a month has gone by
Stiff as a board with one hand on the swing
And the other hand pressed to his side
You can tell from his face it was painful
Tho’ the hurt has gone out of his eyes
“If ya ask me,” says Piney,
“That bastard’s as thirsty
In death as he was when alive.”

Now he’s buried out in the back yard
His stone’s got a cross on the top
But by moonlight it looks
Like a bottle o’ hooch
With a corkscrew stuck into the stop
And he whispers to me that his mouth is so dry
There’s no weeds growin’ over his grave
Coz I found a full flask
In the juniper bush
And I pour him a drink every day.

If I’m lyin’, I’m cryin’
And there ain’t a tear in my eye
“If you’re dyin’, I’m buyin’,”
He lies to me, still.
And I will always love him that way.

Buy me a dreamsicle
Sing me an old army song.
Buy me a dreamsicle
Sing me an old army song.

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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: Jack Erdie - Dreamsicle He’s out on the back porch again Beggin’ to get in for the night Nearly broke down the door And woke the house If not the neighborhood I hear mama’s mad, weary voice “What about that five-dollar bill? When you left it was gone. Now, I bet you know nothin’ about that.” “Yes, I seen it,” he said, “But I don’t steal from my only daughter. If I’m lyin’ I’m cryin’, And there ain’t a tear in my eye. I got thirty-five bucks For a paint job I done Junior Slaughter Now, I drunk it all up I cain’t help myself Yes, I do try.” When you lie to your child to her face With that poker expression Well, she slammed the door right on his ace Bolted it, too He slumped into the swing on the porch And was snorin’ To shut out the rumble I wound up my Whinny the Pooh Then a scratch on the window screen Woke me and choked me with terrror His shadow there looked like the devil Come after my soul But my grandfather’s masculine voice Said, “Come here to the winder.” Then he hand me five dollars. “Stick this in your poor mama’s purse.” “Did you take it?” I asked With the candor a child gets away with “Well, I mighta,” he said, “But I done it for her and for you. Piney Finn cut me in On the start of a surefire investment That five there is profit Soon there’ll be more comin’ through. “I better go check my investment,” He winked at me slyly Give grandpa a kiss His whiskery cheek scratched my face He turned with sad, broken smile Hobbled off to some bushes And fished out a brown paper bag From a fresh hidin’ place. When he didn’t come back for a couple of days You could see the concern in her eyes “If he’s tryin’ to make me feel guilty Or worried,” she said, “Then he’ll get a surprise.” But I could remember the time When he’d let me climb up on his back Ride me that way down the hill To DiMaria’s Dairy Buy me a dreamsicle Sing me an old army song And I knew that the time would return When he’d be his old self With his hair trimmed down close And his clean shaven face And the scent of Old Spice Ah, that’d be nice. He’s out on the back porch again Only after a month has gone by Stiff as a board with one hand on the swing And the other hand pressed to his side You can tell from his face it was painful Tho’ the hurt has gone out of his eyes “If ya ask me,” says Piney, “That bastard’s as thirsty In death as he was when alive.” Now he’s buried out in the back yard His stone’s got a cross on the top But by moonlight it looks Like a bottle o’ hooch With a corkscrew stuck into the stop And he whispers to me that his mouth is so dry There’s no weeds growin’ over his grave Coz I found a full flask In the juniper bush And I pour him a drink every day. If I’m lyin’, I’m cryin’ And there ain’t a tear in my eye “If you’re dyin’, I’m buyin’,” He lies to me, still. And I will always love him that way. Buy me a dreamsicle Sing me an old army song. Buy me a dreamsicle Sing me an old army song. Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Dreamsicle: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/109/1/12767.html Все тексты песен: Jack Erdie » Jack Erdie - I`m Sorry, Jesus » Jack Erdie - You Can`t Get There From Here » Jack Erdie - Poor Boy » Jack Erdie - Pumpkin » Jack Erdie - Dreamsicle » Jack Erdie - Let Their Heads Roll » Jack Erdie - Every Broken Street » Jack Erdie - Battered Umbrella » Jack Erdie - The Speed Of Darkness » Jack Erdie - My Camille » Jack Erdie - The Walker/Thru Your Eyes » Jack Erdie - Pumpkin With A Face » Jack Erdie - Camille » Jack Erdie - Big Brother Johnny » Jack Erdie - Midlife Matinee » Jack Erdie - Who`s Afraid? » Jack Erdie - Rise » Jack Erdie - Honey, When It All Went Wrong » Jack Erdie - Africa » Jack Erdie - October Рекомендуем скачать: » Иван-Кайф - Встречное движение » Игорь Акимов - Та, что постлала мне постель » Игорь Белый - Сойфер » Ирина Терентьева - Не верю. Почему опять так поздно... » И.Николаев - Любить её так, как я » Иваси, Алексей Иващенко и Георгий Васильев - Ягоды жуя » Игорь Саркисов - Навстречу бежит череда автономий... » Ирина Терентьева - Мне надо выбрать... » Иван Кучин - А на черных ресницах » Иван-Кайф - Тоска » Иван Колечкин - Я Вас больше не люблю... » Игорь Андриенко - Разгадка » Игорь Тальков - Ценою самоотреченья » Игорь Белый - В роддоме » Ирина Аллегрова - Не первый... » Ирина Орищенко - Ностальгия » Игорь Андриенко - Вот и пришла осень » Игорь Андриенко - Усталый Путник » И.Ортман - Белый снег » Ирина Руднева - Какой-то радостный листок в стенном календаре...
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