Clutch - Pigtown Blues/Motherless Child (acoustic) | Текст песни

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• Pigtown Blues/Motherless Child (acoustic)

Town went form pig town wrecks in the yard
Scream at the son just finish the job
Telephone poles slowly weeping the pitch
The putters brown sweat runs back down the ditch
A great place to visit. better place to leave
False poison sumac lies on the eve
Weather vanes beat of mooring of shutters
The pig town blue run deep down the gutters

The skis are heavy Abram
Block after block after block

All across the marsh trees harshly accuse
Pointing black fingers most broke with abuse
High tension wires lung in gree s
Men have their conscious while dog have their fleas
Cyclops wink as he sink to the soil
Labour in vain labour in toil
The resident's sir comes to the shadows and sticks
The pig town blues run right through the bricks

The skis are heavy Abram
Block after block after block

The skis are heavy Abram
Block after block after block

The skis are heavy Abram
Block after block after block

The skis are heavy Abram
Block after block after block
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Every last blind pulled when I walk down the street
The only sound I hear is my tired heartbeat
Well, sometimes I feel just like a motherless child, yeah
Motherless child, yeah

This place once had a name, the people once had faces
In every town I find it's the same sad situation
Sometimes I feel just like a countryless man, yeah
Countryless man, yeah

My father tried to break me, my mother, she tried to raise
The county correct me from my wild ways
My father tried to break me, my mother, she tried to raise
The county correct me from my wild ways

I once saw figures about a mile off
So I waited in the woods until they were gone
Sometimes I feel just like a wandering dog, yeah
Wandering dog, yeah

My father tried to break me, my mother, she tried to raise
The county correct me from my wild ways
My father tried to break me, my mother, she tried to raise
The county correct me from my wild ways