Songtext von You Were Barefoot

You were barefoot roaming the streets Now I've got you, you need a chauffeur You were barefoot picking up pennies Now I've got you, you ask for dollar bills You were dirt poor gathering wild herbs Now I've got you, you need golden rings I sentenced *Death to a thousand years in jail So you’d be free to spend time with me I rolled my dice and I got six and five The cops in the corner rolled me five by five