Meštar je jednom, za jednu pove drugu pjesmu, rekao "to nije pjesma, to je način života."
I, zacijelo, bio je u pravu.
In the town of Louisville they got a man they call Big Bad Bill
I wants to tell ya, he shure was tough tough, and he certainly did
strutt his stuff
He had folks all scared to death, when he walked by they all held
their breath
He was a fighting man, sure enough
Now Bill got himself a wife, and he leads a different life
Big Bad Bill is Sweet William now
Married life done changed him some how
He's the man the town used to fear
Now they all call him sweet pappa Willie dear
Stronger than Samson I declare
'Til the brown skinned woman
Bobbed his hair
Big Bad Bill dont fight any more (No, he don't)
Doing the dishes/Mopping up that floor (Yes, he is)
Well he used to go out drinking/Looking for a fight
Now he gotta see that woman/Everynight
Big Bad Bill is Sweet William now
Ah/Play it boys/I likes that jazz
Big Bad Bill don't fight any more (No, he don't)
Doing the dishes/Mopping up that floor (Yes, he is)
Well he used to go out drinking/Looking for a fight
Now he gotta see that woman/Everynight
Big Bad Bill is Sweet William now (Doing the dishes)
Big Bad Bill is Sweet William now (Mop up the floor)
Big Bad Bill is Sweet William now
Od podosta navodno postojećih verzija ove pjesme ja zapravo poznajem samo jednu, onu inače ne osobito mi dragog Rya Coodera. I da, sjajna je.
Ali ovo nije post o toj pjesmi.
Nego o načinu života.
Post je objavljen 17.09.2008. u 20:05 sati.