He was a good lookin' guy. Stood about six foot three, Long brown hair As nice as he could be. Everybody liked him But he didn't have a clue, He looked
Oh the sky was dark and the night advanced When a convict came to the isle of france And round his leg was a ringing chain And his country was of the
He was a good lookin' guy Stood about six foot three Long brown hair As nice as he could be Everybody liked him But he didn't have a clue He looked silly
'm on this train and it's long Somewhere between Dunkirk and Paris Most people here are still asleep but I'm awake Looking out from here at half-past France
nights had no pity on a Waycross, Georgia farm boy Most days he went hungry, then the summer came He met a girl known on the strip as San Francisco?s
you down Did the band play the last post and chorus Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest The sun now it shines on the green fields of france
Tradução: John Cale. La mitad de Francia el pasado.
Tradução: John Denver. San Francisco Mabel Joy.
Tradução: John Mellencamp Cougar. Zapatos francés.
Tradução: John J. Francisco. Simple Ben.
Tradução: McDermott, John. Los verdes campos de Francia.
Tradução: Mellencamp, John. Zapatos francés.
Tradução: John Wesley Harding. La Isla de Francia.
: He was a good lookin' guy. Stood about six foot three, Long brown hair As nice as he could be. Everybody liked him But he didn't have a clue, He looked
