Did I let you down To get that sound? And break my knees To get release And you needed Some just to take you from And I hit you more Is your face still
Well I was born in a tumbled down shack one quarter of a mile from a railroad track Mama was a drifter daddy was a bum and they didn't want a little hobo
1. wenn ich den Wand'rer frage: Wo kommst du her? Von Hause von Hause spricht er und seufzet schwer. Von Hause von Hause spricht er und seufzet schwer
She gets too hungry for dinner at eight She like the theatre and never comes late She never bothers with people she hates That's why the lady is a tramp
I get too hungry for dinner at eight I like the theater but never come late I never bother with people I hate That's why the lady is a tramp I like the
Still the fields are in motion Not as pictures but as time Hunting the white plague In the absence of my body I watch myself drown in the blue aura Of
So you've come to analyze me And tell me where I belong But don't you put your finger on me I'm a vagabond So you've come to criticize me Before I have
I?ve always known Since I was a young boy In this world, everything?s as good as bad Now my father told me always speak a true word And I have to say
(Dolly Parton) I'm a drifter, a driftin' drifter Got no place to call my home no more I'm a wanderer, a wandering wanderer Got no one to call my own
I've wined and dined on Mulligan Stew And never wished for Turkey As I hitched and hiked and grifted too From Maine to Albuquerque Alas, I missed the
She gets too hungry for dinner at eight She likes the theater and never comes late She never bothers with people she'd hate That's why the lady is a tramp
I'm a drifter, lonesome drifter Got no place to call my home no more I'm a wanderer, lonesome wanderer Got no one to call my own no more Got no strings
I'm a drifter, a lonesome drifter Got no place to call my home no more I'm a wanderer, a lonesome wanderer Got no one to call my own no more Got no strings
I get too hungry for dinner at eight I like the theatre but never come late I never bother with people I hate That's why the lady is a tramp I don't
She gets too hungry, for dinner at eight She likes the theater, and never comes late She'd never bother, with people she'd hate That's why the lady is
I've wined and dined on Mulligan Stew And never wished for turkey As I hitched and hiked and grifted too From Maine to Albuquerque Alas, I missed the
Gets too hungry for dinner at eight She likes the theater but never comes late She never bothers with people she hates That's why the lady is a tramp