Joan Baez - My Good Old Man | Текст песни

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• My Good Old Man

Where are you going, my good old man?
Where are you going, my honey, lovey dove?
Where are you going, my good old man?
Best old man in the world

Spoken: Well, I'm going hunting.
What do you want for breakfast, my good old man? (as above)
Eggs
How many do you want, my good old man
A bushel
A bushel will kill you, my good old man
I don't care
Where do you want to be buried, my good old man
Over there in the chimney corner
The ashes will fall on you, my good old man
I don't care
What'll you do then, my good old man?
I will haunt you
A haunt can't haunt a haunt, my good old man


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