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Mixed Up Mess of a Heart

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 08.10.2012

POOR BROKE MIXED UP MESS OF A HEART
(Tommy Collins - Merle Haggard)
« © '66 Tree Publishing, BMI »

Oh you poor broke mixed up mess of a heart
Yeah a little bitty woman gonna tear you all apart
I warned you a thousand times but you wouldn't listen nor pay no mind
You poor broke mixed up mess of a heart
Yeah I watched her buy her tickets in Charlotte North Carolina
I heard her say oneway please to Denver
She's goin' to meet that other guy and it won't do us no good to cry
Cause she's wearin' his ring on her finger
Oh you poor broke mixed up mess of a heart...
Well I watched her tip a porter as she stepped aboard that midnight train
Bound to take her faraway forever
I watched the tail light fade away knowing she was gone to stray
And I wish that's broken heart that's leavin' with her
Oh you poor broke mixed up mess of a heart...
You poor broke mixed up mess of a heart


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