Тексты песен Blackfoot

In a room all alone waiting by the telephone With a tear in his eye and a pen in his hand So begins the diary of a working man He'd been poor man all his life And just when things were going right Som

Ah, sitting in the back seat of a low Ride automobile We're cruisin' on the outskirts Lookin' for a two-legged deal We got a Dry County, can't find no spirits here Dry County, run for your life out of

Well, another day, another dollar, after I've sang and hollered, Oh, it's my way of living, and I can't change a thing. Another town is drawing near. Oh, baby, I wish you were here! But the only way I

Oh hit it Well every time I'm down and out And I don't know what to do I drop my load and I hit the road And play me a job or two Yes I do What they're sayin' keeps hitting me Right square smack in th