Nazareth - I couldn't even crawl out of bed this morning. More Loud Rock! I'm fire four rifles | Текст песни

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• I couldn't even crawl out of bed this morning. More Loud Rock! I'm fire four rifles

Woke up this morning
My dog was dead
Someone disliked him
And shot him through the head
I woke up this morning
And my cat had died
I'm gonna miss her
Sat down and cried
Came home this evening
My hog was gone
The people here don't like me

I think I'll soon move on
And now somethin's happened
That would make a saint frown
I turned my back and
My house burned down
Woke up this morning
My dog was dead
Someone disliked him
And shot him through the head
I woke up this morning
And my cat had died
Don't you know I'm
gonna miss her
Sat down and cried

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