The Ballad Of Bad News Brown Live
Автор: Sule Heitner
Загружено: 2013-01-25
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The Ballad of Bad News Brown
Sundown in Griffintown, don't be found 'round here
This place can be so cold.
They found you facing down on the cold hard ground
no one heard a sound, nor saw a soul.
Whoa boy holler in the night
Hmmm. Hang your head and cry
Whoa boy don't go without a fight
Poor boy, you're bound to die
Took your sound underground
Played your harp and made your mark
and your city raised you up.
Called yourself Bad News Brown
Down in the subway had your say
beat the odds against loaded dice.
Whoa boy holler in the night
Hmmm. Hang your head and cry
Whoa boy don't go without a fight
Poor boy, you're bound to die
You made the world your stage, you were all the rage.
Your star was shining bright.
Such a shame to see your name,
the morning papers cried the 7th homicide of the year.
Whoa boy holler in the night
Hmmm. Hang your head and cry
Whoa boy don't go without a fight
Poor boy, you're bound to die
The Devil walked through Griffintown flanked by death and fear.
In a lane down 'round here.
Caught poor Bad News Brown.
No one knows how the story goes.
Another (black) boy meets his end.
Whoa boy holler in the night
Hmmm. Hang your head and cry
Whoa boy don't go without a fight
Poor boy, you're bound to die
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