Mandaddy — текст песни (Trout Fishing In America)

(D. Cooper)
Summer is coming, catfish are jumping,
The willows are weeping up the river,
Mandaddy`s wagon comes rattling and dragging
His magical route.
He`s bringing ghost stories and bright penny-whistles,
White Chinese muzzles `n tins of glory.
Look on the horizon and see the dust rolling down the road.
Chorus: Well, my name is Mandaddy and I roam these hills.
I sing and I whistle and I`ll cure your ills.
Oh Mandaddy, oh Mandaddy`s gonna cure your ills,
Mandaddy`s gonna cure your ills.
He walks like a farmer, talks like warm water,
Smells like tobacco and gun powder.
He`s bringing red garters and bright copper kettles
And brown leather shoes.
He says, I remember when your folks was youngun`s
Laughing and running in Indian summer.
They`d watch the horizon and see the dust rolling down the road.
Chorus:
Everything changes, it`s only natural, nothing remains as it once started.
This time next summer I may not be here, hear what I say.
Children I love you, you make life worth living,
The river`s worth crossing, the gifts worth giving.
Look on the horizon and see the dust rolling down the road.
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