מילים לשיר Bugle John – טל כהן שלו

Hey there Mr. ticket taker, won't you lay your gun I'm just a small town boy Much like anyone I ain't no troublemaker, won't you cut some slack Gotta get out, gotta go You know the only way is through these tracks Come on little two time baby, I did you no harm Loved you from a mile, I took you to my daddy's farm Still you left me with the bottle, left me high and dry If you leave me for another I'd rather watch you turning blue and die Hey now judge, your honor, sir I swear I didn't know Think somebody's drugged my whiskey back a while ago I can't wear this ball and chain I can't bend these bars Better let me outta here before I make somebody here see stars Wait a minute, Mr. Hangman Hold on with that noose Got myself a rich old daddy Turn the cannons loose See you all in hell, I swear that judgment day will come I will perish with the sound of screeching bugles and the roll of drums.