Wasted and wounded, it ain't what the moon did, I've got what I paid for now See you tomorrow, hey Frank, can I borrow a couple of bucks from you To go
's deliveries, tickets for the bachelors She's a moving violation from her conk down to her shoes, Well, it's just an invitation to the blues And you
Friday left me fumblin' with the blues And it's hard to win when you always lose Because the nightspots spend your spirit Beat your head against the wall
deliveries And the tickets for the bachelors She's a moving violation From her conk down to her shoes But it's just an invitation to the blues And you
Wasted and wounded, it ain't what the moon did I've got what I paid for now See ya tomorrow, hey Frank, can I borrow A couple of bucks from you? To go
Traduction: Waits, Tom. Tom Traubert Blues (Quatre Feuilles au vent de Copenhague).
Traduction: Waits, Tom. Invitation To The Blues.
Traduction: Waits, Tom. Tom Traubert Blues.
Traduction: Waits, Tom. Fumblin 'With The Blues.
: Wasted and wounded, it ain't what the moon did, I've got what I paid for now See you tomorrow, hey Frank, can I borrow a couple of bucks from you To
: Friday left me fumblin' with the blues And it's hard to win when you always lose Because the nightspots spend your spirit Beat your head against the
Friday left me fumblin' with the blues And it's hard to win when you always lose Because the nightspots spend your spirit Beat your head against the
Yesterday's deliveries, tickets for the bachelors She's a moving violation from her conk down to her shoes, Well, it's just an invitation to the blues
