Ludowa amerykańska piosenki

Verse: Out from the wide Pacific to the broad Atlantic shore She climbs flowery mountain, o'r hills and by the shore Although she's tall and handsome, and she's known quite well by all She's a regular combination of the Wabash Cannonball. Verse: Oh, the Eas...

Walking down canal street Knock on every door Goddamn son of a bitch I couldn't find a whore I finally found a whore She was rather thin Goddamn son of a bitch I couldn't get it in I finally got it in Worked it all about Goddamn son of a bitch I couldn't get...

McKinley hollered , McKinley squalled Doc said “McKinley I can't find the cause You're bound to die, you're bound to die" Doc told the horse, he'd throw down his rein He said to the horse you gotta outrun this train From Buffalo to Washington The doc came a-...

Now old Dunny was an outlaw, he'd grown so awful wild He could paw the moon down, he could jump a mile; Old Dunny stood right still there, like as he didn't know Till the stranger had him saddled and ready for to go. When the stranger hit the saddle, then old...