Текст песне : Willy Mason. Sold My Soul.
Well, do you sat
Nobody hears me when I pray.
And if you say
You just don?t care to live past today.
And if you say
Oh, brother
Last night I prayed.
Your preacher isn?t preaching at home.
And if you say
Nobody hears me when I cry.
Well I just understand why.
And if you say
I just can?t take it, I?m saying goodbye.
When you?re walking
It?s a heavy, heavy load.
To make the load lighter
Sing
Sold my soul
At the bottom of the hill.
The demons there
They shaved my hair
And made me take their pills.
My cold soul is at the bottom of the hill.
I should have walked on by
Let her cry
and only drank my fill.
Some men they say
There is more to us than Is known.
Some ladies say
Well there?s some things we?re not shown.
Some people say
You?re stepping on our homes.
And your footprints
Endeavors, never told.
But still we?ll sing.
Sold my soul
At the bottom of the hill.
The demons there
They shaved my hair
And made me take their pills.
My cold soul is at the bottom of the hill.
I should have walked on by
Let her cry
And only drank my fill.
Only drank my fill
Nobody hears me when I pray.
And if you say
You just don?t care to live past today.
And if you say
Oh, brother
Last night I prayed.
Your preacher isn?t preaching at home.
And if you say
Nobody hears me when I cry.
Well I just understand why.
And if you say
I just can?t take it, I?m saying goodbye.
When you?re walking
It?s a heavy, heavy load.
To make the load lighter
Sing
Sold my soul
At the bottom of the hill.
The demons there
They shaved my hair
And made me take their pills.
My cold soul is at the bottom of the hill.
I should have walked on by
Let her cry
and only drank my fill.
Some men they say
There is more to us than Is known.
Some ladies say
Well there?s some things we?re not shown.
Some people say
You?re stepping on our homes.
And your footprints
Endeavors, never told.
But still we?ll sing.
Sold my soul
At the bottom of the hill.
The demons there
They shaved my hair
And made me take their pills.
My cold soul is at the bottom of the hill.
I should have walked on by
Let her cry
And only drank my fill.
Only drank my fill
Willy Mason