Robbie Fulks - Goodbye Virginia | Текст песни

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Goodbye, Virginia, you green battleground
I've worked your beer joints, Winchester on down
Now there’s ten women wounded, two good trucks gone
I’ve burned up my good luck, sung my last song
So it’s goodbye, Virginia, so long

I left my home in Floyd County, young and aflame
With a dream and a dreadnought, I’d soon make my name
But you can’t make a living on a song and a prayer
And the men in those taverns are too drunk to care

In some northern city there’s a straight nine-to-five
Give me paper and I’ll push it, a truck and I’ll drive
But no more I’ll return to the land of my youth
Twenty years of hard country’s too much of the truth

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