Songtext von A Short Life Of Trouble

A short life of trouble, little girl A few more words, then part A short life of trouble, little girl For a boy with a broken heart Remember that promise you made to me Standing in the ballroom door You promised me that you'd marry me And you would roam no more A short life of trouble, little girl A few more words, then part Short life of trouble, little girl For a boy with a broken heart I hear that train a-comin' I hear that whistle blow I'd rather be dead and in my grave Than to see my darling go A short life of trouble, little girl A few more words, then part Short life of trouble, little girl For a boy with a broken heart Sitting alone, talking with you Gazing into your eyes I'd give all this world and half of my life If you were only my bride A short life of trouble, little girl A few more words, then part A short life of trouble, little girl For a boy with a broken heart