Tekster:
Mellencamp John Rough Harvest

Farewell Angelina, the bells of the crown Are being stolen by bandits, I must follow the sound The triangle tingles, the music plays slow But farewell

When the sun beats down And burns the tar up on the roof And your shoes get so hot You wish your tired feet were fireproof Under the boardwalk Down by

When paradise is no longer fit for you to live in And your adolescent dreams are gone Through the days you feel a little used up And you don't know where

In a hand painted night, me and Gypsy Scotty are partners At the Hotel Flamingo, wearin black market shoes This loud Cuban band is crucifying John Lennon

When Jesus left Birmingham All the disciples went crazy. When Jesus left Birmingham All the people went completely nuts. They all busted out on a wild

On a Greyhound thirty miles beyond Jamestown He saw the sun set on the Tennessee line He looked at the young man who was riding beside him He said I'