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Текст песни "Give Me Daughters" |
 If ever this motorcycle
go slip in the mud now
Let me have these children
to carry down the blood
If ever this ruby rings
were slipping form my cold fingers
Let the be passed down now
and honey let my ghost linger
Well I will raise em, I will raise em
I will raise, I will raise
I will raise em
Oh
In the city surrounded by water
Now give me daughters
and make ‘em one two three
I will raise them
They'll go to church with me
Everyday in everyway
I gave ‘em all I had
And I walk along okay
Oh, oh!
(tired or you're hungry
or you've had too much sugar)
Now give me daughters
and make ‘em one two three
I will raise them
they will look like me
and when they've send
send me away
Well I will always pray for a happy birthday
When the night coming down on crutches
you will never be alone
Oh you will become so beautiful
to think of it makes me cry
And every month
A brand new letter
Written from my motel kitchen
To telephone you jokes and a little hope
If you ever get tired of living
If ever this motorcycle
Should take a slip
slip in the mud now
oh let me have children now
to carry down the blood
If you're hungry
or you're tired
or you had too much sugar
oh, let me be
the one that looks down on you
Alright eh!
Alright!
Come on!
Now give me daughters
and make ‘em one two three
I will raise them
They'll go to church with me
Everyday in everyway
I gave ‘em all I had
And I walk along okay
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