Anaďs Mitchell
Mockingbird
hush, you little baby, don’t you say a wordhere comes the devil, all dressed up like a mockingbirdand if that mockingbird should try to steal you off the groundmama’s gonna grab on tight and hold you down- down- down mama, can you tell me: where did my money go?what did the devil sell me? i don’t even knowhe’s been pecking in my pockets, diving round my doortrying to take me with him- what does he want me for? chorusmama told me: don’t let go the groundsomebody hold me- hold me down i got the devil on my shoulder- hollering- beating his red wingsaying "polly wanna dollar, i don’t care if you can sing"and "put down that guitar, now, darlin’, you can’t really play itdon’t matter what you got to say- you don’t know how to say it"chorusbridgewhat’s this coming? what’s this coming? coming over mei can’t stand myself- i can’t even stand on my own feet chorus
From Letras Mania