Roger Miller Poor Little John текст песни, слова песни Poor Little John Roger Miller
Roger Miller - Poor Little John
Never thought much about taking on a bride,
Finally he upped and he married one day,
She didn't like the country so she done run away
Poor little John, poor little John,
Your Mama used to love you but your Mama's gone
What you gonna do, livin' all alone,
Your Mama used to love you but your Mama's gone
Little John say what a fool I be,
Hot tone woman make a monkey outa me,
Life gets lonesome on the mountainside,
Guess that's the reason little John sit and cried
Poor little John, poor little John,
Your Mama used to love you but your Mama's gone
What you gonna do, livin' all alone,
Your Mama used to love you but your Mama's gone
Little John don't know what he gonna do,
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