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Hot Pants Road Club - Walkin’ Shoes Hot Pants Road Club - Walkin’ Shoes | *** Autor textu: harald ahamer, friedrich roth *** Autor hudby: harald ahamer, friedrich roth | My mamma told me
She said: Son, don’t run around
Find yourself a good woman
Be a smart boy, settle down!
But I thought I knew you better
I’ve got to find my life somehow
But back then I did not understand
It’s sure that I do now
Ain’t got no family, ain’t got no home
Ain’t got … anything, ain’t got nothing to call my own
All these years I remember alone
Talking to my face
I’ve been to hell and back again a day to see your pretty face
Refrain:
Well, it’s a hot time
When you wear your walkin’ shoes
Ain’t no time to rest, aha
When you’ve got the walkin’ blues
So I wish that I could wake up
And start my life again
This nightmare just don’t seem to wanna end
Don’t seem to wanna end
I’ve got my share of trouble
I got hardly come through pain
I’ve got best of mother’s son
And I slept down in the rain
I tried to find my freedom
To not to be the same
And it seems I gonna be walkin’
‘till I fall into my grave…
Refrain:
Well, it’s a hot time
When you wear your walkin’ shoes
Ain’t no time to rest, aha
When you’ve got the walkin’ blues
So I wish that I could wake up
And start my life again
This nightmare just don’t seem to wanna end
Don’t seem to wanna end
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