Song | Red Cross Store |
Artist | Eric Burdon |
Album | Soul of a Man |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : McDowell | |
Well I ain't goin' back to that Red Cross store no more. | |
Well I ain't goin' back to that Red Cross store no more. | |
Lord I went to the merchant, asked him for some meal, | |
Lord, you go away from here now boy, you got boll weevils in your brain. | |
Lord I ain't goin' back to that Red Cross store no more. | |
Lord I ain't goin' back to that Red Cross store no more. | |
No sugar for my coffee, no flour for my bread, | |
Red Cross store wen't help me fix my ailing head. | |
I was on the floor a bleendin' I almost cought my death, | |
No Red Cross store gonna save my life when I'm down to my last breath. | |
Well I ain't goin' back to that Red Cross store no more. | |
Lord I ain't goin' back to that Red Cross store no more. | |
Don't talk to me 'bout no war, if you can't tell me what I'm fighting for. | |
I would go all the way to hell, before I give my Soul to that Red Cross store. | |
Lord I ain't goin' back to that Red Cross store no more. | |
Lord I ain't goin' back to that Red Cross store no more. | |
I told you once, I told you twice, a thousand times before, | |
If I could get a job, I wouldn't go to that store no more. | |
Lord I ain't goin' back to that Red Cross store no more. | |
Lord I ain't goin' back to that Red Cross store no more. |
zuo ci : McDowell | |
Well I ain' t goin' back to that Red Cross store no more. | |
Well I ain' t goin' back to that Red Cross store no more. | |
Lord I went to the merchant, asked him for some meal, | |
Lord, you go away from here now boy, you got boll weevils in your brain. | |
Lord I ain' t goin' back to that Red Cross store no more. | |
Lord I ain' t goin' back to that Red Cross store no more. | |
No sugar for my coffee, no flour for my bread, | |
Red Cross store wen' t help me fix my ailing head. | |
I was on the floor a bleendin' I almost cought my death, | |
No Red Cross store gonna save my life when I' m down to my last breath. | |
Well I ain' t goin' back to that Red Cross store no more. | |
Lord I ain' t goin' back to that Red Cross store no more. | |
Don' t talk to me ' bout no war, if you can' t tell me what I' m fighting for. | |
I would go all the way to hell, before I give my Soul to that Red Cross store. | |
Lord I ain' t goin' back to that Red Cross store no more. | |
Lord I ain' t goin' back to that Red Cross store no more. | |
I told you once, I told you twice, a thousand times before, | |
If I could get a job, I wouldn' t go to that store no more. | |
Lord I ain' t goin' back to that Red Cross store no more. | |
Lord I ain' t goin' back to that Red Cross store no more. |
zuò cí : McDowell | |
Well I ain' t goin' back to that Red Cross store no more. | |
Well I ain' t goin' back to that Red Cross store no more. | |
Lord I went to the merchant, asked him for some meal, | |
Lord, you go away from here now boy, you got boll weevils in your brain. | |
Lord I ain' t goin' back to that Red Cross store no more. | |
Lord I ain' t goin' back to that Red Cross store no more. | |
No sugar for my coffee, no flour for my bread, | |
Red Cross store wen' t help me fix my ailing head. | |
I was on the floor a bleendin' I almost cought my death, | |
No Red Cross store gonna save my life when I' m down to my last breath. | |
Well I ain' t goin' back to that Red Cross store no more. | |
Lord I ain' t goin' back to that Red Cross store no more. | |
Don' t talk to me ' bout no war, if you can' t tell me what I' m fighting for. | |
I would go all the way to hell, before I give my Soul to that Red Cross store. | |
Lord I ain' t goin' back to that Red Cross store no more. | |
Lord I ain' t goin' back to that Red Cross store no more. | |
I told you once, I told you twice, a thousand times before, | |
If I could get a job, I wouldn' t go to that store no more. | |
Lord I ain' t goin' back to that Red Cross store no more. | |
Lord I ain' t goin' back to that Red Cross store no more. |