Red little rooster

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1. Joan had a rooster in her propetry.
She loves little rooster but she don't love me.
Little red rooster, little red rooster.
Well, she don't love me.

2. Well, red little rooster is stealing all her time.
It's drivin' me insane. I'm finding my way in wine.
Little red rooster, little red rooster.
I'm finding my way in wine.

3. I dream all night 'bout Joan and cry 'bout her all day.
Where's the end of my dole? Where's the end of my pain?
Little red rooster, little red rooster.
Where's the end of my pain?

4. Well, my poor heart bleeding - she can not see my pain.
That damned rooster is drivin' me insane.
Little red rooster, little red rooster.
Is drivig me insane.

5. Lord, please help to my answerless love. Won't lose her, I won't lose.
Damn you, little rooster! I'm singing the blues.
Little red rooster, little red rooster.
I'm singing the blues.

Стихи - 10 марта 1993, г. Москва

 
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