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• Artiste: Gillian Welch
• Titre: The Day The Mississippi Died
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Way up on the Erie they like their chops so fat I've seen the League of Women lick their fingers like a cat While out in California they like their soya beans I pretty much eat anything from soup to turnip greens I try to treat my neighbors like I like them to treat me Even when they got that dog and cut down that tree I hate that barking dog I miss that old oak everyday But I don't expect everyone to see the world my way Now the truth is hard to swallow it's hard to take But I do believe we've broken what we never knew could break I'm just so disappointed in me and you But we can't even argue so what else can we do So fill 'em up once again boys Fill 'em up and over the brim boys There's whiskey but the water's done run dry So we're drinking to the end Of a long long friend And the day the mighty Mississippi died Now the other day I saw a living picture torn from Hell Taken down in Kensington a place you all know well I saw demons laughing, breaking people just for play I cried at the table then I put my tears away I dug my hands deep into the black Mother Earth Tried to raise my spirits up for what it's worth You laughed and said "Aw honey, now what did you expect?" Not these tears and nightmare years where madness goes unchecked Oh fill 'em up once again boys Fill 'em up and over the brim boys There's whiskey but the water's done run dry Oh we're drinking to the end Of a long long friend And the day the mighty Mississippi died And the day the mighty Mississippi died My pony he did stumble and sent me to the sky When the jury brought the verdict it was the blue-tail fly I'm thinking that this melody has lasted long enough The subject's entertaining but the rhymes are pretty rough So fill 'em up once again boys Fill 'em up and over the brim boys There's whiskey but the water's done run dry Oh we're drinking to the end Of a long long friend And the day the mighty Mississippi died