Тексты песни «Auctioneer»

Friday's fun to where no one else can go Always fighting for a place to call her own Still her voice is clear My hands were frozen to my telephone I was one cold warrior waiting in the snow, invisible There she goes...

There was a boy in Arkansas who wouldn't listen to his ma When she told him that he should go to school He'd sneak away in the afternoon, take a little walk and pretty soon You'dfind him at the local auction barn Well...

There was a boy in Arkansas who wouldn't listen to his ma When she told him that he should go to school He'd sneak away in the afternnon take a little walk and pretty soon You'd find him at the local auction barn Well...

She didn't want to get pinned down by her prior town Get me to the train on time, here take this nickel, make a dime Take this penny and make it into a necklace when I leave What is at the other end and I don't know...