الأغاني:
Bo Carter

ترجمة: كارتر ، وبو. هل رصاص بلدي لا أكثر ولا الكتابة.

ترجمة: كارتر ، وبو. الموز في سلة الفاكهة.

1, 2 1, 2, 3 She was born at a rest stop on the Kansas state line In the back of a Dodge in the summer time Her momma named her Indiana like their license

I don't understand the things you do The more you think, the more I think you are confused It shouldn't be so hard to figure out What you can and can

She danced in the dirty streets Satin shoes tied to her feet People 'round here said she was a sight Every night when the sun went down She'd curtsy

She parks her car on Woodland Street She's got a job at the Meat-N-Three She's kind of pretty in a peculiar kind of way And I try hard to like her, yeah

I live by the river on the wrong side of town Nothing much to do here, but listen to the sound Of the train I'll never catch passing me by Of the muddy

She parks her car on Woodland Street She's got a job at the meat-n-three She's kind of pretty in a perculiar kind of way And I try hard to like her Yeah

You can't judge an apple by looking at a tree You can't judge honey by looking at the bee You can't judge a daughter by looking at the mother You can'