Текст песни Ghost Of Stephen Foster

Met the ghost of Stephen Foster at the Hotel Paradise This is what I told him as I gazed into his eyes Rooms were made for carpets, towers made for spires Ships were made for cannonade fire off from inside them Gwine to run all night, gwine to run all day Camptown ladies never sang all the doo dah day no, no, no Gwine to run all night, gwine to run all day Camptown ladies never sang all the doo dah day no, no, no Met the ghost of Stephen Foster at the Hotel Paradise This is what I told him as I gazed into his eyes Ships were made for sinking, whiskey made for drinking If we were made of cellophane, we'd all get stinking drunk quite faster Gwine to run all night, gwine to run all day Camptown ladies never sang all the doo dah day no, no, no Gwine to run all night, gwine to run all day Camptown ladies never sang all the doo dah day no, no, no