Текст песни: Carrying the Torch + перевод

She walks the halls in a white lace

A glass of Daddy’s bourbon in her hand

Daddy’s not around to drink it anyway

He’s planted six feet under Alabama land

My brother wore the uniform

My mother waited out on the porch

My lover played that fluglehorn

Back when he was carrying the torch

She never listens to the radio

She listens to the music playing in her head

When there’s a party she doesn’t care to go

She stays at home and looks at pictures instead

One of her brother in the uniform

One of her mother out on the porch

Photo of her lover playing flugelhorn

Back when he was carrying the torch

Mama never liked his music anyway

Daddy never liked that St. Louis look

They sent him back by Greyhound way

With twenty-five bucks and the holy book

So now she sits alone and waits for nights

And sings a melody from days gone by

After thirty years it feels alright

No one left even wonders why

She lost that old uniform

She never sits out on the porch

But she’s still got that flugelhorn

With no one left carrying the torch

No one left carrying the torch…

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