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Росица Кирилова

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Foot in my strap and my hand on the horn
I'm the best damn cowboy ever was born
singing ka ya yoopi yoopi -ei,yoopi-yo
singing ka ya yoopi yoopi -ei.

Well,I started up the trail October 23
started up the trail with the 2-u herd
singing ka ya yoopi yoopi -ei,yoopi-yo
singing ka ya yoopi yoopi -ei.

Oh, Susana, oh don't you cry for me
'cause I came from Alabama
my Susana for to see.

I've come from Alabama
with a banjo on my knee.
I'm going to Loisiana my Susana
for to see.

I had a dream the other night
when everything was still,
I thought I saw Susana come
descending down the hill.

Oh, Susana,oh don't you cry for me
'cause I came from Alabama
my Susana for to see .

Country road ,take me home
to the place where I belong -
West Virginia,mountain mamma
take me home ,country road.

Almost heaven,West Virginia
blue rich mountain shining down the river.
Life is older, older than the trees,
younger than the moutain,blowing like a breeze.

Country road ,take me home
to the place where I belong -
West Virginia,mountain mamma
take me home,country road.

I'm gonna lay down my sward and shield-
down by the riverside, down by the riverside, down by the riverside.
I'm gonna lay down my sward and shield-
and study war no more!

I ain't gonna study war no more
study war no more, study war no more..
I ain't gonna study war no more,
oh, study war no more, study war no more.

In 1814 we took a little trip
along with Colonel Jackson down the mighty Mississippi
We took a little bacon an we took a little beans
and we met the bloody British near the town of New Orleans.

We fired our guns
and the British kept accomin'
There wasn't as many
as they were a while ago.

We fired once more and
they began to runnin'
on down the Mississippy
to the gulf of Mexico.

...Mexico,Mexico, Mexico o,o
...Mexico,Mexico, Mexico...

Oh,when the Saints go marchiring,
Oh,when the Saints go marchiring,
I wanna be in their number,
Oh,when the Saints go marchiring.

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участва в албуми: 25 години на сцената (Юбилеен концерт) (2007), Сърцето знае защо (2006)

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