Big Rude Jake - Front St. Belvedere | Текст песни

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• Big Rude Jake
• Front St. Belvedere

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Intro Well, it morning here on Front St and Dover And it feels like this whole town’s hung over And the potholes look like they would rather just go back to bed Hunched-back buildings with blood-shot windows And there’s a Buick passed out my gutter And the parking meter wishes he just called in sick instead.

Well, the crack in the sidewalk is yawning
And that storefront window’s head is pounding
And that hydrant waiting for the hair of the dog to come stumbling on by
I prop my eyes balls on the front stoop
And I watch that chimney over there cough up some yellow soup
And I recall that you’re mad at me, but, I can’t remember why
Nope… Completely escapes me.

Verse one
Well, sometimes I drink and sometime I get drunk
And sometime I fall over.
And sometimes I’m staring down the sewer grate
Here on Front St. and Dover.

Yeah! And sometimes I get drunk and I get low down
And I’m needin’ some attention
But if you’re so inclined, just keep in mind,
No one asked for your opinion,
No one asked for your opinion, Babe

Chorus
‘Cause I’m the Front St Belevdere my dear, tell ya,
I’m the liquor store cavalier,
Well there’s no one like me anywhere’s around here.
I’m the Muscatel Musketeer

I’m the Front St. Belevedere my dear, tell ya,
I’m the liquor store cavalier
I here that Burbank’s nice this time of year
You can do what you want,
I’m going to say right here

Verse Two
I keep my hard times in a grocery bag
I got a scrapbook full of blues
I keep my teardrops in a Mason jar
I got a crate full of bad attitude.
I got a 25-cent photo booth picture
Of girl that I once care for
I think of our love and I get the sweetest heartache
That any fool could ask for
And you know just what I came for, babe

Chorus

(Verse Three)
I love the asphalt gray
And the pop-bottle green
And the sky is clear and Aqua Velva Blue
I love the tin can jingle,
Goes ding dang dingle
When I kick it down the avenue

Oh, yeah! I got everything I need
For to ease my burden
Mississippi blue notes
And straight Kentucky Bourbon.
You can do me a favour,
You can go your own way
You can mind your own business,
You can spare me the sermon

But a little baby, little baby,
Please don’t ouch my misery, no
Don’t take it away from me
‘Cause if you do then I believe,
That will surely disappear
Please don’t touch my misery
Don’t take it away from me
‘Cause if you do then I will cease to be
The Front St. Belevedere my dear
Well, I’m the Front St. Belevedere my dear
I’m the… Aw, you know who I am!