Natchez Trace — текст песни (Dusty Springfield)

Oh, ho
He rode into Virginia
Rollin` thunder, ridin` high
I was servin` table
Waitin` for that ride

My arms around his body
Well, we rode a thousand miles
He taught me how to love
He taught me how to fly, oh, ho, my

Hungry together
Racin` the weather
Into the Natchez Trace
Warmin` and feedin` him
All the way to Cumberland, oh, ho, yes

And I had his child in Memphis
And we watched him ride away
And now you know what a girl like me
Is doin` here today
I`m sorry mister, you can`t stay

Hungry together
Racin` the weather
Into the Natchez Trace
Warmin` and feedin` him
All the way to Cumberland, oh, ho, yes

And when the piper gets to play
Somebody`s got to pay
And now you know what a girl like me
Is doin` here today
Oh, I`m sorry mister, you can`t stay
I`m sorry mister, you can`t stay

Hungry together
Racin` the weather
Into the Natchez Trace
Warmin` and feedin` him
All the way to Cumberland, oh

When the piper gets to play
Somebody`s got to pay
And now you know what a girl like me
Is doin` here today
Oh, I`m sorry mister, you can`t stay
I`m sorry mister, you can`t stay, oh, ho, ho, ho
Sorry mister, you can`t stay
Sorry mister, you can`t stay, no
Sorry mister, you can`t stay, oh, ho, ho, ho
Sorry mister, you can`t stay
Sorry mister, you can`t stay, no
Sorry mister, you can`t stay, oh
Sorry mister, sorry mister