Текст песни Those Poor Bastards - Hound's Bone

Текст:

Sittin' at home on a saturday night Never had I felt so all alone Dreamin' of a gal who doesn't exist Gnawin' on an old hound's bone Wonderin' how the cleanse myself Of the darkness in my soul Sittin' at home on a saturday night Gnawin' on an old hound's bone Sittin' at home on a saturday night Fillin' my gills with booze Drinkin' it down and chokin' it up Either way I lose Wonderin' if this pain I feel Is what folks call the blues Sittin' at home on a saturday night Gnawin' on an old hound's bone Sittin' at home on a saturday night Burnin' old pictures in the fire Thinkin' of the skin of a pretty young thing And feelin' no desire Wonderin' how to start again And tryin' to atone Sittin' at home on a saturday night Gnawin' on an old hound's bone Sittin' at home on a saturday night Dialin' old numbers on the phone Even though the line is dead I hear a distant drone Wonderin' how my skull would feel If I smashed it with a stone Sittin' at home on a saturday night Gnawin' on an old hound's bone Gnawin' on an old hound's bone

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