Contactez-nous

• Artiste: Paul Thorn
• Titre: A Long Way From Tupelo
Assurez-vous que les corrections sont tout à fait exactes
S'il vous plaît, les mettez en évidence en quelque sorte!
Vous pouvez, par exemple, écrire
INCORRECT: avant la mauvaise ligne
CORRECT: avant la correspondant ligne correcte
Autrement, nous ne pouvons les corriger pas! Merci pour votre aide.
On a hot Sunday evening, I was drive in the country, When I felt my left-front tire blow, In the trunk I had a spare, But the jack wasn't there, On a desolate gravel road. Just across the street was a two-room shack and a girl shelling peas on the porch When she ran out to meet me in a white cotton dress, All I could say was; 'Praise the Lord!' Yeah, I was a long way from Topelo, A long ways from Topelo Yeah, I was stranded in a place that nobody knows I was a long was from Topelo She said; 'My mamma's not home And we don't have a phone But if there's anything I can do, I'd be happy to pour you some cold iced tea Because I think you're kind of cute' We went inside and sat down on the couch And that girl started up on me And just like Adam and that Garden of Eden, She showed me that apple and I got weak I was a long way from Topelo, A long ways from Topelo Yeah, I was stranded in a place that nobody knows I was a long was from Topelo Well, her mother showed up and saw me there Said what in the world's going on She answered; 'Mamma, don't worry, He's a real nice man' Who's broke down and ain't got a way home Daddy gave me a ride, I gave him $20 for his trouble and a tank of gas It was a day I always remember But if my wife ever asks I'd say; I was a long way from Topelo, A long ways from Topelo Yeah, I was stranded in a place that nobody knows I was a long was from Topelo