Letras de Canciones Traducidas de Pink Anderson
Tenemos 6 canciones traducidas de Pink Anderson
Pink Anderson
C.C. And O. Blues
Artista: Pink Anderson Traducción porpanzas | Publicado 10 months ago
If you didn't want me why don't you tell me so?
If you didn't want me why don't you tell me so?
If you didn't want me why don't you tell me so?
[what boy?]
I won't be hangin' round your door no more
Gonna ride the seaboard, he go ride the line
Gonna ride the seaboard, h
Gonna Tip Out Tonight
Artista: Pink Anderson Traducción porpanzas | Publicado 10 months ago
I says go on girl
don't sing them blues to me
Because I'm sweet
as any man can be
She even told me
to my face
That any old rounder
sure can take my place
Said I'm getting tired
of your lowdown ways
I'm going back
to my babe today
So come on girl
I Got a Woman
Artista: Pink Anderson Traducción porpanzas | Publicado 9 months ago
I got a woman
Way cross town
She's good to me
Oh, yeah! (x2)
She gives me money, when I dime need
She's a friend, friend indeed
I got a woman, way cross town
She's good to me
Oh, yeah!
She says she loves me
Early in the morning
Just for me
I Got Mine
Artista: Pink Anderson Traducción porpanzas | Publicado 5 months ago
Well I went down to a big crap game, it certainly was against my will
I lost every dog-gone nickel I had but a greenback dollar bill
They boys had a bet laying on the floor, and my buddy's point was nine
The police come in and got all of them, But I got mine.
I got mine, I got
In the Jailhouse Now
Artista: Pink Anderson Traducción porpanzas | Publicado 8 months ago
I had an old friend name Campbell
Campbell used to steal and gamble
Made his living cheating all the while (yessir)
Had a little game he called euchre
Blackjack dice and poker
Thought he was the smartest dude in town
But I just found out Monday
Campbell got locked u
The Wreck of the Old 97
Artista: Pink Anderson Traducción porpanzas | Publicado 10 months ago
On the 29th day of one November morning
When the cloud was hangin' low
97 pulled out from Washington city
Like an arrow shot from the bow
97 was the fastest mail train
The South had ever seen
And it run from New York by the way of Washington
Through Atlanta down in