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Текст (слова) песни: J. J. Cale - Brown Dirt
Brown dirt, stickin to my fingers
Brown dirt, clingin to my feet
Brown dirt, mississippi bottom land
Pickin that cotton for the man down the street
Brown dirt, raisin his vegetables
Brown dirt, growin his grass
Brown dirt, walkin down the pathway
Pickin that cotton now I hope it is my last
Brown dirt, somebody told me, be the last place you lay
Brown dirt, cover my body
Ill soon be the cotton thats grown another day
Brown dirt wet, youre sinkin
Brown dirt dry, you dust
Brown dirt, Ive been thinkin
Well all come to you and we wont be the first
Brown dirt, somebody told me, be the last place you lay
Cover my body
Ill soon be the cotton thats grown another day
If a stick moves, its a snake
If a water is still, its a lake
If you harm yourself, you know it hurts
Final destination, brown dirt
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