Текст (слова) песни: Tom T. Hall - Coot Marseilles Blues

(This story was told to me by Jerry Clover at the 1971 discjockey convention
I told Jerry I`s gonna write a song about it
My brother Hillman gonna play the cigarette paper and the comb play)
[ paper & comb ]
Coot Marseilles was an old black man from down Mississippi way
He worked out in the white man`s yard and he loved to sing and play
Ol` Coot worked hard God rest his soul he never was much to roam
His entire band was an old guitar a cigarette paper and a comb
[ paper & comb ]
Now ol` Coot had one song that he would sing when his long days were put in
There ain`t nobody knows that song now cause I reckon that it died with him
His songs were made up `o dry bones from pain and sweat and tears
And Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy was sometimes all you`d hear
Now on Saturdays ol` Coot didn`t work much `cepten he built a fire in the stove
And when he get through he`d mosey on down and sit by the gravel road
He`d hum that song as he walked along with the faraway look in his eyes
And he sat there by the road all day watched them fine Ford cars go by
Now on Saturday night the white folks danced and ol` Coot he`d pick and sing
He had an old RC bottle neck that he`d slide up and down them strings
Now Coot didn`t care much for lyrics he just made `em up as he went along
And Lord I wish they had tape back then cause I`d sure love to hear them songs
Well his clothes were old and his hair was gray and hard work had bent his back
His songs were never recognized by statuettes or flags
His songs were all about the working man and Coot never owned a tie
The only thing he ever really had to do was die
[ paper & comb ]
Now ol` Coot`s gone and maybe I`m wrong to bring it all back again
But I know his friends down in Mississippi sure thought a lot of him
So rock on Coot and enjoy your rest your long day`s work is done
And if they got Fords up in Heaven sir I sure hope you`re driving one
[ paper & comb ]
Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lord

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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: Tom T. Hall - Coot Marseilles Blues (This story was told to me by Jerry Clover at the 1971 discjockey convention I told Jerry I`s gonna write a song about it My brother Hillman gonna play the cigarette paper and the comb play) [ paper & comb ] Coot Marseilles was an old black man from down Mississippi way He worked out in the white man`s yard and he loved to sing and play Ol` Coot worked hard God rest his soul he never was much to roam His entire band was an old guitar a cigarette paper and a comb [ paper & comb ] Now ol` Coot had one song that he would sing when his long days were put in There ain`t nobody knows that song now cause I reckon that it died with him His songs were made up `o dry bones from pain and sweat and tears And Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy was sometimes all you`d hear Now on Saturdays ol` Coot didn`t work much `cepten he built a fire in the stove And when he get through he`d mosey on down and sit by the gravel road He`d hum that song as he walked along with the faraway look in his eyes And he sat there by the road all day watched them fine Ford cars go by Now on Saturday night the white folks danced and ol` Coot he`d pick and sing He had an old RC bottle neck that he`d slide up and down them strings Now Coot didn`t care much for lyrics he just made `em up as he went along And Lord I wish they had tape back then cause I`d sure love to hear them songs Well his clothes were old and his hair was gray and hard work had bent his back His songs were never recognized by statuettes or flags His songs were all about the working man and Coot never owned a tie The only thing he ever really had to do was die [ paper & comb ] Now ol` Coot`s gone and maybe I`m wrong to bring it all back again But I know his friends down in Mississippi sure thought a lot of him So rock on Coot and enjoy your rest your long day`s work is done And if they got Fords up in Heaven sir I sure hope you`re driving one [ paper & comb ] Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lord Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Coot Marseilles Blues: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/119/1/9786.html Все тексты песен: Tom T. Hall » Tom T. Hall - Six O`clock News » Tom T. Hall - Ballad of Forty Dollars » Tom T. Hall - Letters » Tom T. Hall - I`m A Cowboy Too » Tom T. Hall - I Want to See The Parade » Tom T. Hall - Running Wild » Tom T. Hall - Im Not Ready Yet » Tom T. Hall - Candy in The Window » Tom T. Hall - St. Louis Named A Shoe After Me » Tom T. Hall - I Like Beer » Tom T. Hall - Last Country Song » Tom T. Hall - Sneaky Snake » Tom T. Hall - There Is A Miracle In You » Tom T. Hall - I Wish I Had A Million Friends » Tom T. Hall - How To Talk To A Little Baby Goat » Tom T. Hall - Watertown Tennessee » Tom T. Hall - Carter Boys » Tom T. Hall - Old Enough to Want To » Tom T. Hall - Pisty » Tom T. Hall - Faster Horses (cowboy And The Poet) Рекомендуем скачать: » Майк Науменко, Зоопарк - Фрагмент (Ты маленький праздник) » Михаил Коноплев - Снег уже почернел, я люблю это горькое время... » Михаил Щербаков - Обращение к герою » Машина Времени - Не повод для слёз » Михаил Щербаков - Восточный романс » Михаил Щербаков - Океан » Михаил Володин - За три месяца » Монгол Шуудан - Колыбельная » Михаил Коноплев - Полевой госпиталь » Марк Фрейдкин, Сергей Костюхин - Вторая песня про Вэла » Мария Школьник - Мерзкий ветер » Марина Самаркина - А всё ли мне в жизни простится... » Михаил Щербаков - Сентябрь » Михаил Щербаков - Кинематограф » Михаил Щербаков - К сороканожке » Марина Хлебникова - Найди меня » Ман-ка - Тень » Марина Самаркина - Ты прости меня, Господи... » Михаил Шуфутинский - Зимний вечер » Машина Времени - Гололед
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