Tekster:
Carter George

Well, I'm a gonna get on that ol' turnpike and I'm gonna ride I'm a gonna leave this town till you decide Which one you want the most them Opry stars

I read your letter and I wept inside You and me were so much alive So much pain so many tears to hide But I hope your happy now Yes I hope your happy

Venise, 12 mai 1834 Non, mon enfant cheri, ces trois lettres ne sont pas le dernier serrement de main de l?amante qui te quitte, c?est l?embrassement

I didn't wanna be no soldier didn't wanna leave your side Didn't wanna cross that ocean it's so deep and wide Now I guess that I'm a bluest soldier in

(Dear God keep America free) When the postman delievered a letter it filled her dear heart full of joy But she didn't know till she read the end sign

When the postman delivered the letter Well, it filled her old heart full of joy But she didn't know 'til she read the inside It was the last one from

Of Pennsylvania Avenue? George Washington was the first, you see He once chopped down a cherry tree President number two would be John Adams and then number three George

be smoking the purple out the rainbow Stronger than Draino, your boyfriend a lame-o And if you stay wit em then y?all in the same boat Deep water Carter

it bout it My little homie Hot Minus Sign, they bout it bout it Bout it bout it, I mean we bout it bout it King George, TRU you know we bout it bout