Текст песни Next Time You're In Tulsa

In a barroom in Chicago somewhere after midnight I'm sitting on a barstool drinking like a fish And although I just met you I can tell by looking You're wondering what my problem really is Next time you're in Tulsa go see Mrs Johnson And you'll be looking my problem right between the eyes Next time you're in Tulsa tell her her ex-husband Loves her still and will until he dies [ steel ] Walk up to her front door ask to see the children Take them all some candy and a big kiss from their dad Tell them how I miss them and I'll be down next winter But not till then cause now I hurt too bad Next time you're in Tulsa...