Blind Willie McTell - A To Z Blues | Текст песни

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• Blind Willie McTell
• A To Z Blues

I’m gonna cut your head four different ways;

That’s long, short, deep and wide.

When I get a rhythm of this rusty black handle razor;

you’re gonna be booked out for an ambulance ride;

Cause I’m gonna cut A, B, C, D on top of your head;

That’s gonna be treating you nice like mama you ain’t gonna be dead.

I’m gonna cut E, F, G right across your face;

H, I, J, K, that’s where runnin’ bound to take place;

Cut L, M, N cross both your arms;

You’ll sell an’ peddle gal your whole life long;

Cut N, O, P, Q that’s gonna be trouble too;

Cause I’m gonna grab you mama and turn you every way but loose;

Cut R, S, T to hear you cry;

That’ll be the last time tears a run from over your eyes;

Cut U, V, W on the bottom of your feet;

That’ll be the last time you walk up an’ down 25th street;

Marking cross your bosom with X, Y, Z;

When I get through with this alphabet;

You’ll quit your messing with me.