Salad şarkı sözleri
Waiting upstate in the pinesThere's a manWhose arms are twisted round the vinesLooking out for her to showBut she's lateThe sound of the crickets all aroundIn the heatIn the heatThey say you'll sell your body to the heatSo he takes his muslin bagTo the wellRuns his fingers through his hairHe's unwellThen the sea comes into viewAnd he moves downhillMeets his car down by the bayDrives awayChorusCome on now - gotta take it in your stride...Well a fugitive can run but he can't hideNothing happens in the townNothing movesA lone mosquito settles downOn a shoe
