Текст (слова) песни: Trout Fishing In America - Mandaddy
(D. Cooper) Summer is coming, catfish are jumping, The willows are weeping up the river, Mandaddy`s wagon comes rattling and dragging His magical route. He`s bringing ghost stories and bright penny-whistles, White Chinese muzzles `n tins of glory. Look on the horizon and see the dust rolling down the road. Chorus: Well, my name is Mandaddy and I roam these hills. I sing and I whistle and I`ll cure your ills. Oh Mandaddy, oh Mandaddy`s gonna cure your ills, Mandaddy`s gonna cure your ills. He walks like a farmer, talks like warm water, Smells like tobacco and gun powder. He`s bringing red garters and bright copper kettles And brown leather shoes. He says, "I remember when your folks was youngun`s Laughing and running in Indian summer. They`d watch the horizon and see the dust rolling down the road." Chorus: Everything changes, it`s only natural, nothing remains as it once started. This time next summer I may not be here, hear what I say. Children I love you, you make life worth living, The river`s worth crossing, the gifts worth giving. Look on the horizon and see the dust rolling down the road. Chorus:
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