Текст песни: Hell at Home + перевод

Her daddy’s doorbell was a ringin'

When i called on the telephone

He was the one to answer me

So i told him what was goin' on

Sir i love your daughter

But we don’t get along

Now sir i love your daughter

But we don’t get along

In fact it’s true to tell

She’s been givin' me hell at home

No sir she ain’t ailin'

'fact she’s still goin' strong

No sir she ain’t ailin'

'fact she’s still goin' strong

Now she’s alive and well

And just givin' me hell at home

I said your moody little angel

Done packed her bags and gone

I said your moody little angel

Done packed her bags and gone

Now she’s a ringin' your bell

And gonna be givin' you hell at home

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