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dezembro 24, 2008
De volta
Pode ir armando o coreto e preparando aquele feijão preto
Eu to voltando
Põe meia dúzia de Brahma pra gelar, muda a roupa de cama
Eu to voltando
Leva o chinelo pra sala de jantar...
Que é lá mesmo que a mala eu vou largar
Quero te abraçar, pode se perfumar, porque eu to voltando
Dá uma geral, faz um bom defumador, enche a casa de flor
Que eu to voltando
Pega uma praia, aproveita, ta calor, vai pegando uma cor
Que eu to voltando
Faz um cabelo bonito pra eu notar que eu só quero mesmo é
Despentear Quero te agarrar... pode se preparar porque eu to voltando
Põe pra tocar na vitrola aquele som, estréia uma camisola
Eu to voltando
Dá folga pra empregada, manda a criançada pra casa da avó
Que eu to voltando
Diz que eu só volto amanhã se alguém chamar
Telefone não deixa nem tocar...
Quero lá.. lá.. lá.. ia...porque eu tou voltando!
Jo Jo was a man
Who thought he was a loner
But he knew it couldn't last
Jo Jo left his home in Tuscon, Arizona
For some California grass
Get back, get back
Get back to where you once belonged
Get back, get back
Get back to where you once belonged
Get back Jo Jo
Go home
Get back, get back
Back to where you once belonged
Get back, get back
Back to where you once belonged
Ooh, get back Jo
Sweet Loretta Modern thought she was a woman
But she was another man
All the girls around her said she's got it comin'
But she gets it while she can
Get back, get back
Get back to where you once belonged
Get back, get back
Get back to where you once belonged
Get back Loretta
Go home
Get back, get back
Get back to where you once belonged
Yeah get back, get back
Get back to where you once belonged
whoooo
Get back Loretta
Your mummy's waiting for you
Wearing her high heel shoes
And her low neck sweater
Get back home Loretta
Get back, get back
Get back to where you once belonged
Yeah get back, get back
Almost heaven West Virginia
Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River
Life is old there, older than the trees
Younger than the mountains, blowin' like a breeze
Country roads take me home
To the place I belong
West Virginia mountain mama
Take me home country roads
All my memories gather round her
Miner's lady stranger to blue water
Dark and dusty painted on the sky
Misty taste of moonshine teardrop in my eye
Country roads...
I hear her voice in the mornin' hour she calls me
Radio reminds me of my home far away
Drivin' down the road I get a feelin' that I should have been home
Yesterday yesterday
Country roads...
Escrito por Rafael | dezembro 24, 2008 07:22 AM