Ray Lamontagne şarkı sözleri
Big yellow moon risin' up over them old hillsBig yellow moon risin' up over them old hillsThere's a big yellow moon risin' over the hillsMy baby's on a tear and she's fit to killThere's a big yellow moon risin' up over them old hillsThe Devil's in the Jukebox jumpin' on the rhythm and bluesDevil's in the Jukebox jumpin' on the rhythm and bluesThe Devil's in the Jukebox jumpin' on the rhythmKinfolk say you've got to take what you've been givenThe Devil's in the Jukebox jumpin' on the rhythm and bluesMama 'bout to throw a few tomatoes on the griddle to fryMama 'bout to throw a few tomatoes on the griddle to fryMama 'bout to throw a few tomatoes on the griddleKick off your shoes and set a littleMama 'bout to throw a few tomatoes on the griddle to fryPackin' my bags and thinking that Id get out of townPackin' my bags and thinking that Id get out of townBeen packin' my bags, think I'll get out of townBut like an old dog I just keep hangin' 'roundPackin' my bags and thinking that Id get out of townBig yellow moon risin' up over them old hillsBig yellow moon risin' up over them old hillsThere's a big yellow moon risin' over the hillsMy baby's on a tear and she's fit to killThere's a big yellow moon risin' up over them old hills
