Текст John Conlee – She Loves My Troubles Away

I lost my job down at the docks
My old Chevy is up on blocks
And I’ve got holes in both my socks
But she loves me

The ol’ washing machine still squeaks
And our hot water heater leaks
And I ain’t worked in fourteen weeks
But she loves me

And she loves my troubles away
Every night she makes my day
Troubles get me down but they never stay
‘Cause she loves my troubles away

And I can’t give her fancy things
Pretty clothes and diamond rings
Nor the pleasure money brings
‘Cause she loves my troubles away

Late at night she takes my hand
Says, you know, I understand
You just do the best you can
Then she loves me

And she loves my troubles away
Every night she makes my day
Troubles get me down but they never stay
‘Cause she loves my troubles away

Yes, she loves my troubles away
Every night she makes my day
Troubles get me down but they never stay
‘Cause she loves my troubles away