:)Take a look at my bodyLook at my handsThere's so much here that I don't understandYour face say these promisesWhispered like prayersI don't need themBecause...
Ooh, jealousyOoh, my jealousyIs she fine, so well-bredThe perfect girl, a social deb?And is she the sort, that you've always thoughtCould make, could make you...
LYRICS:TALKING SAILOR (aka TALKING MERCHANT MARINE) by WOODY GUTHRIE (1944)In bed with my woman, just singin' the blues, Heard the radio tellin' the news: That...