I woke up this mornin' in a terrible mood. Now you talk about a woman treatin' a good man rude. She had me talkin' to myself gazin' at that mean ol' wall.
The crowd is waiting for the bullfight. Matador. My final fight the place is packed once more. Anita won't throw me a rose this fight. The one she wears is not for me tonight.
Will we get cold and hungry will times be very bad. When we're needin' bread and meat where we gonna get it dad. We'll get it from the man in the house on the hill.
What a beautiful thought I am thinking. Concerning the great speckled bird. And to know that my name is recorded. On the pages of God's holy word. . Desiring to lower her standards.
What a beautiful thought I am thinking. Concerning the great speckled bird. And to know that my name is recorded. On the pages of God's holy word. . Desiring to lower her standards.
I live in the cemetery ol' caretaker they call me. In the wintertime I rake the leaves and in the summer I cut the weeds. When a funeral comes the people cry and pray.