Third of July — текст песни (John Prine)

It was the third of july on a cool cloudy sky

I set in for a storm in the makin

I relaxed as I sat up in our three room flat

While my wife was in the kitchen bakin

Thoughts passed through my mind of no special kind

Like faces that look like the others

Tomorrow they say is independence day

And I guess Ill go eat at my brothers



I believe that a thought has just gotten caught

In a place where words cant surround it

It concerns the years past and the shadows they cast

And my path as I walk around it.



It was the third of july on a cool cloudy sky

I set in for a storm in the makin

I relaxed as I sat up in our three room flat

While my wife was in the kitchen bakin

Thoughts passed through my mind of no special kind

Like faces that look like the others

Tomorrow they say is independence day

And I guess Ill go eat at my brothers