When I die you can cut me up and take all that you please But pity the poor dumb fool who gets my bleeding spleen Corn pone, I born tomorrow, my bone
When I die you can cut me up and take all that you please, But pity the poor dumb fool who gets my bleeding spleen. Corn pone, I born tomorrow, my bone
Tradução: Embrague. Bazo Mercante.
