Текст Eric Burdon – Red Cross Store

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

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