John Hartford - When The Dinner Bell Rings на Lyrkit

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When The Dinner Bell Rings

When The Dinner Bell Rings

(альбом: The Walls We Bounce Off Of - 1994)

When I look at this fiddle
The color of your skin
As smooth as the desert inside your eyes
Round as the world you profess not to be a part of

When I deal this card
One of many that are capable of playing poker
Like the game we play with each other when we are alone
As a single mouse muffin on a new high-school diploma

So pulling back this lever
I start the engine like some diesel belt
Which like my love of you shall not perish forever

And the best-loved songs of the American people, like the crowd
That dances in ever-widening circles
Around these fiddlers here who practice their sawmill movements
Changing only when the dinner bell rings

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