Текст песни: City Folks Call Us Poor + перевод

Moon light shinging on the grassy meadow, looks like dimands shinging in the

night.Whipperwills singing in the white

Oaks, Coondogs barking in the bright moon light

Honeysuckel smells just like sweet perfume, old dogs lieing over by the door,

watermellon rinds mamma puts up in a

Jar, and the city folks call us poor

Singing rock of ages on the front porch, watching fireflys ligh up now and then,

listening to Bill Monroe on the opry, singing

Somethin bout his uncle pen

Honeysuckle smells just like sweet perfume, old dogs lieing over by the door,

watermellon rinds mamma puts up in a jar, and

The city folks call us poor

God he paints a picture in the evening sky, blue and purple, orange,

shades of red. he knows we can’t afford no fancy

Paintings, so we look at the real things instead

Honersuckle smells just like sweet perfume, old deogs lieing over by the door,

watermellon rinds mamma puts up in a jar

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