Перевод песни David Bromberg – Cocaine Blues

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I said, come here mama, don’t you take me for no fool
I wouldn’t quit you, woman, while the weather’s cool
Around your back door honey I will make my creep
As long as you earn that two and a half a week
You know that I’ve got a girl works in the rich folk’s yard
Well, she brings me meal, she brings me lard
She brings me meal, she brings me lard
She brings me everything that she can steal
I call my Cora, hey hey
Along comes Sally with her nose all tore
The doctor says she can’t sniff no more
I say, run here doctor, ringin' the bell — there’s women in the alley
I’m simply wild about my good cocaine
You know the furniture man come to my door, last Sunday morn
He asked me was my wife at home, I says no she’s been long gone
And then he backed his truck right up to my door, and he took everything I had
He cart it on back to the furniture store, I declare I did feel sad
What in the world has anybody got to do with a furniture man
If you got no dough to put up for show, he take everything he can
Now take everything from an ugly plant, a skillet to a frying pan
If there ever was a devil without any horns, it must have been a furniture man
I call my Cora, hey gal
Along comes Sally with her nose all tore
The doctor says she can’t sniff no more
He says cocaine’s for horses, it’s not for men
He tells me it gonna kill me, but he don’t say when
I’m simply wild about my good cocaine