Текст песни: Poor Man's Paradise + перевод

Ain’t got nothin' in my pocket

I got holes in both of my shoes

Ain’t got nothing in my pocket

But if I did, I’d give half to you

Do do do do do do do do

Do do do do do do do do

Do do do

My friend Clyde lost his house when the big winds blew

And things have been a little rough

But there’s still fish in the bayou

He can whip up a courtbouillon

Whistlin' Jolie Blon

In his poor man’s paradise

Sure is nice

Neighbor Charles sits on the dock

Drinkin' a Dixie Beer

Tellin' stories to his dog

That he scratches behind the ear

Rockin' back and forth

To his transistor radio in his poor man’s paradise

Callin' up Dr. Daddy-O and sayin' 'Play Fats Domino'

Poor man’s paradise, poor man’s paradise

Doin', doin', doin', doin' all right

In his poor man’s paradise

Sweet Cleothilde is on the street

Every single day

Talkin' to her good friend Jesus

And watching the children play

She tells Clyde to come on by

With some shrimp creole

Forget our troubles and dance to Charlie’s radio

1 and 2 and 3 and 4

Turn the music up some more

2 and 3 and 4 and 5

Ain’t it good to be alive

3 and 4 and 5 and 6

This is how we get our kicks

4 and 5 and 6 and 7

All God’s children go to heaven in a

Poor man’s paradise, poor man’s paradise

Doin', doin', doin', doin' all right

In his poor man’s paradise

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