Tram Forty-One Blues versuri

Versuri Cosmin Neagu – Tram Forty-One Blues lyrics

I get the forty-seven
‘Till the end of line
‘Till the forty-one
With his sour smell of wine
It’s fine! And I get out of here, it’s fine
Well, I know it’s fine
Hey girl, what we’re gonna do with you
You haven’t payed your ticket!
Fifty now
You go to school, you go to work
Out right now, Tram forty-one blues
Fat bellies on my head
They try to get my seat
I cover the smell of sweat
The sweet, dizzying and harming heat
Out right now, Tram forty-one blues
‘Till the end o’ the line
I get out of here, it’s fine
If I get the forty-seven
And not the twenty-five
He does it’s magic afterwards
Can’t get the ‘hunge and forty-nine
It’s fine
And I get out of here it’s fine
Yeah, I know it’s fine
Doin’ my blues it’s fine
I paid my ticket’s fine
Fine
Fine
Fine
Well, I get the forty-seven
‘Till the end of line
Till the forty-one
With it’s sour smell of wine
It’s fine
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
It’s fine
So fine
Fine
If I get the forty-seven
And not the twenty-five
Can get to ‘hunge and forty-nine in no, no, no, no time
Sometimes

Scris de: Viorel Neagu