Текст песни: American Hotel + перевод

Stephen sprawled across the bed,

Raised the bottle to his mouth.

Pictures danced inside his head,

Gentle breezes from the south,

Cotton fields with voices ringin' low,

Old Black Joe.

And here’s to one tender and fair

Jeannie with the light brown hair

Raised a banjo to her knee,

Sang a lovely melody.

Weep no more, my lady; shed your care.

I’ll be there.

And the Swanee River runs outside the door,

And the whiskey bottles gather on the floor,

And the camp-town ladies stop and ring the bell

Of the American Hotel.

He wrote a song for ev’ryone,

Lifted hearts throughout the land.

Now his world’s an empty one,

A broken dream and a tremblin' hand,

Sad and weary ev’rywhere he’d roam,

Kentucky home.

And the Swanee River runs outside the door,

And the whiskey bottles gather on the floor,

And the camp-town ladies stop and ring the bell

Of the American Hotel.

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