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Smokey Put The Sweat On Me

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 06.07.2012

I've known some women in every state
New York City to the Golden Gate
I've lived with some, and buddy, I loved 'em all. (Yes, I did)
But no one woman had a claim on me
'Cause I still had a lotta world to see
And I sometimes stagger, but sugar, I seldom fall.

Then like a hungry man, I went to Louisiana
Where the lovin' and the livin' was good
Without a care to hide and just as satisfied as I could be.
A lotta women and wine and not a tie to bind me
And behaving just as cool as I could
'Til that long legged, sweet walkin' ravenhaired cajun lookin'
Devil put the sweat on me

They call her Smokey, she's a little bit-a evil
Smokey, right as wrong can be.
Smokey, she could shake the very devil
Smokey put the sweat on me.

Oh, my pulse is a beatin' to the clickety clack
Of this one-way ride that's gonna take me back
And my body's just a-breathin' in that Mississippi River smell
Well, my feet wasn't ready yet for settling down
But my soul kept tellin' me to turn around
And the longer I tried to fight it, the harder I fell

And like a hungry man, I went to Louisiana
Where the lovin' and the livin' is good
I'll get a brand new bride and be as satisfied as I can be
And I won't even mind the world I'm leavin' behind
Because I never really thought that I could
'Til that long legged, sweet walkin' ravenhaired cajun looking devil
Put the sweat on me.

They call her Smokey, she's a little bit-a evil
Smokey, right as wrong can be
Smokey, she could shake the very devil
Smokey put the sweat on me
Smokey put the sweat on me
Awww, Smokey put the sweat on me.


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