Paroles:
Traffic John Barleycorn

Found someone who can comfort me But there are always exceptions And she's good at appearing sane But I just want you to know She's the one makes me

Forty thousand headmen couldn't make me change my mind If I had to take the choice between the deaf man and the blind I know just where my feet should

John Barleycorn must die They've ploughed, they've sewn, they've harrowed him in Threw clouds upon his head And these three men made a solemn vow John

Struggling with confusion, disillusionment too Can turn a man into a shadow, crying out from pain Through his nightmare vision, he sees nothing, only

Pretty Polly Possum what's wrong with you? Your body's kind a weak and you think there's nothing we can do Good Golly Polly shame on you 'Cause Molly

Traduction: Circulation. John Barleycorn (Must Die).

(Winwood/Capaldi) Like a hurricane around your heart when earth and sky are torn apart He comes gathering up the bits while hoping that the puzzle fits

John Barleycorn must die They've plowed, they've sown, they've harrowed him in Threw clods upon his head And these three men made a solemn vow John Barleycorn

(Winwood/Capaldi) Struggling with confusion, disillusionment too Can turn a man into a shadow, crying out from pain Through his nightmare vision, he