Orleans (1974 - Orleans II) - 06. Sweet Johanna | Текст песни

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• Orleans (1974 - Orleans II)
• 06. Sweet Johanna

I came to the great big city
I was only seventeen
Got me a job in a big skyscraper
Keepin' the restrooms clean
And I meant to save all my money
And bring you east someday
But the neon lights burned holes in my pockets
And the money just slipped away

* My sweet Johanna
I'm hitchin' a ride back to Indiana
Back where I started
And poorer than the day I went away
My sweet Johanna
I'm hitchin' a ride back to Indiana
Just to tell you that
You wouldn't like to live
In New York City anyway

You wrote me long love letters
And I read them through and through
The concrete seemed a little bit warmer
Just knowin' your love was true
But still I got so lonely
Sittin' in my room at night
That I had to go out just any place
As long as the lights were bright

(*repeat)

I went to the bar on the corner
Thought I'd have just one beer
"How bout one for me. Hon?"
A voice whispered in my ear
I had not heard a friendly word
for seven months or more
So I had to defend my lady friend
When somebody called her a whore

"Well, what do you know, he's a farmer"
That dirty bastard laughed
I said "I'll show you how a farmer fights"
But I was a little too smashed
We all went out to the alley
But I woke up alone
With an empty wallet, achin' head
And nowhere to go but home

(*repeat 2 times)

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