الأغاني:
White Jack

Spider got eight legs and I got two That's guitar's got six strings What about you? Well, what do you got? What did you get for free? Well, better get

I?m walking down the street, late at night Jack the ripper, Jack the ripper Fools little gold and suffer a little here Jack the ripper, Jack the ripper

The skys lighting up and everybody's so high Come take my hand its the fourth of July God bless America and all of that shit I should probably feel better

have I done? Find a deep cave to hide in In a million years they'll find me Only dust and a plaque that reads here lies poor old Jack But I never intended

Spider got eight legs and I got two That's 'cause I got six strings What about you? Well, what do you got? Did you get for free? Well, better get

I am a poor wayfaring stranger Travelling through this world alone There is no sickness, toil, nor danger In that fair land to which I go I'm going home

Walking home to you Walking home to you I'm talking through my wounds that I'm bleeding out for you Talking through my wounds Walking home to you I listen

Was all the summer, and all the fall, Just trying to find my little all in all But now she's gone, and I don't worry Lord I'm sitting on top of the world

ترجمة: بطل جاك دوبري. بلدي الكلب الأسود والأبيض.