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 - Pisty » Tom T. Hall - Week In A Country Jail » Tom T. Hall - Goodbye Cowgirl » Tom T. Hall - It`s Got To Be Kentucky For Me » Tom T. Hall - I Love Beer » Tom T. Hall - Way I`ve Always Been » Tom T. Hall - Salute To A Switchblade » Tom T. Hall - Turn It On Turn It On Turn It On » Tom T. Hall - I Still Care What Happens To You » Tom T. Hall - Old Five And Dimers Like Me » Tom T. Hall - Cloudy Day » Tom T. Hall - I Like Beer » Tom T. Hall - Old Habits Die Hard » Tom T. Hall - Over The Rainbow » Tom T. Hall - Hitchhiker » Tom T. Hall - Harper Valley P.T.A. » Tom T. Hall - I Care » Tom T. Hall - Story Of Your Life Is In Your Face » Tom T. Hall - I Miss A Lot of Trains » Tom T. Hall - Running Wild Рекомендуем скачать: » Михаил Трегер - Дайте пожить, будто вволю напиться... » Михаил Боярский - Динозаврики » М.Леонидов Hippoband - Зимбабва » Михаил Башаков - Осень » Марина Бабич - Декабрьский дождь » Мумий Тролль - Доброе утро, планета! » Машина Времени - Блюз о несомненном вреде пьянства » Марина Меламед - По Ерусалиму поедут трамваи. » Мало - Набери мой номер » Марина Бабич - Пока я не тень на портрете... » Михаил Щербаков - То, что хотел бы я высказать, высказыванию не подлежит... » Михаил Басаев - Скоростной спуск » Михаил Кочетков - Бархатное лето » Михаил Сипер - Поезд » Михаил Шелег - Белый налив » Машина Времени - Луна » Михаил Неволин - Маршевые ритмы » Михаил Сипер - Е-бург » Маша и медведи - Любочка » Майк Мироненко (фабрика звезд-5) - Улыбка Бога (М.Мироненко+П.Кашин)
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