Teksty:
Be Good Tanyas Blue Horse

All the dogs are haunted And the snow melts on the grass You were what I wanted But the fever could not last In the day, I am dreaming In the night,

Wound up drunk again on Robson St. Strange cuz we always agreed At the start of every evening That's the last place I wanna be Coffee drinkers dressed

m sure it would be in vain, So handsome was my Creole girl, By the lakes of Pontchartrain. I asked her would she'd marry me, she said it could never be

Run away to the seashore it doesn't matter anymore Doesn't matter anymore Words dry up and fly away with the passing of the days Eventually you just

Oh the cuckoo she's a pretty bird She warbles as she flies She never hollers coo coo till the fourth day of July Gonna build me log cabin On a mountain

down the hill A buckwheat cake was in her mouth a tear was in her eye Said I'm comin' from the south Susanna don't you cry (Chorus) Well I soon will be