Fine Leather Truck - текст песни
Fine Leather Truck
Whippoorwill won't ya listen To my roaming story We started out frying Up a morning glory I tell you 'bout the things ya like t'know I found & how the moon woke us up with a jigglin' sound In my fine leather truck
So I rolled up my dirty red pants Took my shoes off
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