Bring It on Up — текст песни (John Cale)

Everybodys praying for the rains to come

And the snow is gonna fall, down on me

Lost up in the desert with a gun in my hand

And the locust gonna come to find me.



Started long ago, in my paper cup saloon

And the back-room boys still carrying that same old tune

Weve just one bottle left, standing on the shelf

Id better bring it on up, Id better bring it on up



Time to get the wagon, and in the back of the car

With the sherriff and me, singing out of key

Sooner then than later, I was up behind bars

With that empty bowl laughing right at me



Started long ago, in my paper cup saloon

And the back-room boys still carrying that same old tune

Just one bottle left, standing on the shelf

Id better bring it on up, Id better bring it on up