Тексты песен «Jim Croce»

I'd like to think about her And the way she used to love me But I just can't live without her 'Cause her arms are not around me And the season's getting later And my body's getting colder And the vespers...

I'm walkin' back to Georgia And I hope, she will take me back Nothin' in my pockets And all I own is upon my back But she's the girl who said she loved me On that hot dusty Macon road And if she's still around, I'm...

How come we can't talk the way we used to do? Nothing seems to be the same Have we forgotten all the things we knew Was it you or I who changed? We got to find the answer, let the secrets fly Enough of telling stories...

There's ice and snow on the northern roads And the Jersey Pike is closed Have to go and do some drivin' tonight They say I'd be a fool if I would ride those icy roads But a little storm ain't stoppin' me tonight I'm...

Tell me, what do people do When there ain't nothin' to do? When there's nobody else around to do Nothin' with or to Have you ever been in that position in a small town motel room Where the diners all close at...

Oh my room will always have some people You see Johnny Carson is a friend of mine And my music box will always play me something If something's what I need to ease my mind Take what you want I'll feel much better...

Which way are you goin'? Which side will you be on? Will you stand and watch while all the seeds of Cain are sown? Will you stand with those who say that His will be done? One hand on the Bible, one hand on the gun One...

Which way are you going? Which side will you be on? Will you stand and watch While all the seeds of hate are sown Will you stand with those who say "Let his will be done?" One hand on the bible One hand on the gun One...

Well, I had just got out from the county prison Doin' ninety days for non-support Tried to find me an executive position But no matter how smooth I talked They wouldn't listen to the fact that I was a genius The man...

Well, I had just got out from the county prison, Doin' ninety days for non-support. Tried to find me an executive position, But no matter how smooth I talked They wouldn't listen to the fact that I was a genius The man...

Well, I had just got out from the county prison, Doin' ninety days for non-support. Tried to find me an executive position, But no matter how smooth I talked They wouldn't listen to the fact that I was a genius The man...

Well, I had just got out from the county prison Doin' ninety days for non-support Tried to find me an executive position But no matter how smooth I talked They wouldn't listen to the fact that I was a genius The man...

Uptown got its' hustlers The bowry got its' bums And 42nd street got a big Jim Walker He a pool-shootin' son of gun Yeah he big and dumb as a man can come But he's stronger than a country hoss And when the bad folks...