Teksty:
Williams Hank A House Of Gold

melt a way. I'd rather be in a deep dark grave And to know that my poor soul was saved Than to live in this world in a house of Gold And deny my God

Well, they blew up the chicken man in philly last night Now, they blew up his house, too Down on the boardwalk they're gettin ready for a fight Gonna

I'd rather be in a deep, dark grave And know that my poor soul was saved Than to live in this world in a house of gold And deny my God and doom my soul