Townes Van Zandt - Black Jack Mama | Текст песни

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Big blonde mama, lord, Apartment 213
Moves like a cobra snake and she treats me like a king
Roll me over easy mama, roll me over slow
Do your best to please me, lord
And I'm bound to take you with me when I go

Got a Nashville woman lord, she calls me on the phone
Tells me to leave them Houston girls alone
Roll me over easy mama, roll me over slow
Do your best to please me, lord
And I'm bound to take you with me when I go

Motorcycle mama, lord, monkey on her back
Takes dm from her saddlebags, cocaine from a sack
Roll me over easy mama, roll me over slow
Do your best to please me, lord
And I'm bound to take you with me when I go

I gotta blackjack baby, lord, she lives in New Orleans
Treats me like an orphan, yeah, she calls me Mr. Clean
Roll me over easy, mama, roll me over slow
Do your best to please me, lord
And I'm bound to take you with me when I go

Big blonde mama, lord, apartment 213
Moves like a cobra snake, treats me like a king
Roll me over easy mama, roll me over slow
Do your best to please me, lord
And I'm bound to take you with me when I go
Do your best to please me, lord
And I'm bound to take you with me when I go

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