Harold Wilson (исполнитель: John D. Hale Band)
Harold Wilson is my name, son, why don't you sit a spell I live right here on the Ferguson Road at the Paradise Motel And no you do not know me, there's a story I'd like to tell It's a story I'm sure you know well It's a story that I'm sure you know well I had me a place on Thunder Ridge in a doomsday shack My wife had left, took the kids a couple years back And I spend most of my mornings thinking about that I spend my afternoons trying to figure out what to plan I spend my afternoons trying to figure out what to plan [bad word] Did you ever try to farm a farm with a pick and a shovel Try to put a field in of corn just wouldn't grow to nothin' Starin' down across the town, you wonder why I even bother When up the road there's a vacant room with climate control and color You can stay there by the month for a hundred dollars You can stay there by the month for a hundred dollars There wasn't money in corn and there wasn't money in beans They took my telephone, shut off my electricity And then a letter came in the mail saying there's taxes owed by me If I was ever gonna pay well I had to release If I was ever gonna pay well I had to release [bad word] Solo Well you sold that farm to some fool for 10 cents on the dollar I saw him out there last week, I was on the way to visit my daughter And that son of a b***h is out there trying to hook a windmill up to water When he heard me laugh, well he turned and I swear he hollered When he heard me laugh, well he turned and I swear he hollered [bad word] Now the government [bad word] down the pike, regularly as rain And I sit outside my old ??? when the Junebugs drive me in Harold Wilson is my name, son, why don't you sit a spell I live right here on the Ferguson Road at the Paradise Motel