Перевод песни Malcolm Holcombe – Butcher In Town

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deep in the south
the cypress steals
cobweb moss
all gray in the middle
no wind no rain
keeps a good man down
sweatin' and a grinnin'
way down south
you aint from here
when the shit hits the fan
there's more meat on (for the) a pencil
from (for) the butcher in town
whiskey money
money and gold
splashin' spit
hard to swallow
ten foot tall
deep in the water
too deaf to call
damn ready to follow
hundred dollar bill's
jus' backpocket preachin'
no sign to the edgewise
drinkin' good whiskey
loud and heavy
like a dogday bluejay
blacksnake lungs
gonna slide down singin'
under the thumbs of the
cannons and guns and a
swattin' flies in the
stink of an eye
i dont claim a thing
not a two bit clue
but somebody whispered
war kills the truth
ev'ry word in a hand
gonna fly like a crow
better shut my mouth
to the promised land
all black and white
from the wars of the souls
too much whiskey
money and gold
c. 2011 gypsyeyes music, bmi
malcolm holcombe