Paroles de P.F. Sloan

Don't sing this song Don't sing this song I have been seeking P.F. Sloan But no one knows where he has gone No one ever heard the song That good old boy sent winging Now you might sigh And you might moan And you might sweat About the skin and bone You just smiled And read the rolling stone While he continued singing Yeah now listen to him singing Don't sing this song No people don't you sing this song Don't sing this song It belongs to P.F. Sloan Oh from now on "My old friend trigger up and died Now they've got him stuffed and dried You know they've tanned his hide And crucified Got him starin' glassy eyed Out through the portable door" Nixon's come and bound to stay He's taken all my sins away "I heard it on the news today But it set my ears to ringing" Can't you hear the people singing Don't sing this song No people don't you sing this song Don't sing this song It belongs to P.F. Sloan Oh from now from now on Last time I saw P.F. Sloan He was summer burned and winter blown He turned the corner all alone But he continued singing Yeah now listen to him singing Don't sing this song No people don't you sing this song Don't sing this song It belongs to P.F. Sloan Oh from now from now on