Текст Wilco – Quarters
Текст:
I travel where you worked
Was cold and dark as a cavern
You kept quarters in your shirt
But I never could just have them
You always made me sweep around every flying floozy
Under booths and bums asleep
Waking up, they’d ask you, «Who’s he?»
Behind a glass without a glance
«My daughter’s boy,» you would say
Well, I stood there in a trance
Listening to the jukebox play
Under booths and bums asleep
Waking up, they’d ask you, «Who’s he?»
Behind a glass without a glance
«My daughter’s boy,» you would say
Well, I stood there in a trance
Listening to the jukebox play
