Pogues Cotton Fields текст песни, слова песни Cotton Fields Pogues
Pogues - Cotton Fields
And the money's all gone
You remember feeling like
Jesus' son
Your girl has left your side
And now you're gonna get crucified
They're gonna crucify you
Crucify you
Crucify you
Crucify you
In those old cotton fields back home
Too late to joke or crack a smile
You gotta carry
That shit up that drunken mile
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