Представляем точный текст композиции "Audubon" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста C.W. McCall . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Audubon» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую C.W. McCall передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
C.W. McCall - "Audubon"
Lyrics to Audubon : Well, I was born in a town called Audubon Southwest Iowa, right where it oughta been Twenty-three houses, fourteen saloons, And a feed mill in nineteen-thirty. Had a neon sign, said "Squealer Feeds" And the bus came through when they felt the need And they stopped at a place there in town called The Old Home Cafe So I was raised on Dust Bowl tunes, you see Now my daddy was a music lovin man He stood six-foot-seven, had big ol hands Hed lost two fingers in a chainsaw but he could still play the violin And Mom played piana, just the keys in the middle And Dad played a storm on his three-fingered fiddle Cause thats all there was to do back there folks, except ta go downtown and watch haircuts Had a six-tube radio an no TV It was so dog-goned hot I had to wet the bed in the summer just to keep cool. Yeah, manys a night Id lay awake A-waitin for a distant station break Just a-settin and a-wettin an a-lettin that radio fry. Well, I listened to Nashville and Tulsa and Dallas And Oklahoma City gave my ear a callus And Ill never forget them announcers at three A.M. Theyd come on an say "Friends, theres many a soul who needs us "So send them letters an cards ta Jesus "Thats J-E-S-U-S friends, in care a Del Rio, Texas." But the place I remember, on the edge a town Was the place where you really got the hard-core sound Yeah, a place where the truckers used ta stop on their way to Dees Moins There was signs all over them windowsills Like "If the Devil dont get ya, then Roosevelt will" And "The bank dont sell no beer, and we dont cash no checks." Now them truckers never talked about nothin but haulin And the four-letter words was really appallin They thought them home-town gals was nothin but toys for their amusement. Rode Chevys and Macks and big ol stacks Theys always complainin bout their livers an backs But they was fast-livin, strung-out, truck-drivin son of a guns Now the gal waitin tables was really classy Had a rebuilt motor on a fairly new chassis And she knew how to handle them truckers; name was Mavis Davis Yeah, shed pour em a coffee, then shed bat her eyes Then shed listen to em tell er some big fat lies Then shed ask em how the wife and kids was, back there in Joplin' Now Mavis had all of her ducks in a row Weighed ninety-eight pounds; put on quite a show Remind ya of a couple a Cub Scouts tryin ta set up a Sears, Roebuck pup tent Theres no proposition that she couldnt handle Next ta her, nothin could hold a candle Not a hell of a lot upstairs, but from there on down, Disneyland! Now the truckers, on the other hand, was really crass They remind ya of fingernails a-scratchin on glass A-stompin on in, leavin tracks all over the Montgomery Ward linoleum Yeah, theyd pound them counters and kick them stools Theys always pickin fights with the local fools But one look at Mavis, and theyd turn into a bunch a tomcats Well, Ill never forget them days gone by Is just a kid, bout four foot high But I never forgot that lesson an pickin and singin, the country way Yeah, them walkin, talkin truck stop blues Came back ta life in seventy-two As "The Old Home Filler-up An Keep On A-Truckin Cafe" Oh, the Old Home Filler-up An Keep On A-Truckin Oh, the Old Home Filler-up An Keep On A-Truckin Oh, the Old Home Filler-up An Keep On A-Truckin Cafe Oh, the Old Home Filler-up An Keep On A-Truckin Oh, the Old Home Filler-up An Keep On A-Truckin Oh, the Old Home Filler-up An Keep On A-Truckin Cafe [ Audubon Lyrics ]
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