Laulunsanoja:
Kate Campbell The Portable Kate Campbell

He lived his life a civil service man Designing toilets for the space program He believed if we could go to the moon There?s nothing on earth a man can

I heard Odessa?s mind was sick That she was crazier than hell The police caught her turning tricks Down at the Blue and Gray motel Odessa was the neighbor

Rust hills Red clay Steel mills Deep tang Lime stone Iron veins Loose coal Deep tang Birmingham Birmingham Beneath the haze Your skies once blue Now

Once every May Day We stayed at her house With doilies on tables And cats on the couch She played me records The ones he adored The music they danced

Her voice was the first I knew She always liked popular tunes You know she?s from Kentucky too My mother sings Sounds like to me Rosemary Clooney Can

She put a map and a tube of lipstick In an old Winn Dixie sack She pulled her Firebird out of the driveway Without ever looking back By the time she

I can still recall the night Lightning burned the mansion down We all stood in out pajamas On that hallowed southern ground When the flames had turned

I can see Saltillo Street And the house where I was born I can hear gospel songs From the church on Sunday morn Saturday nights around the radio Life

I miss Elvis in the movies With his dyed black hair Wish that I could find an ice cold Double Cola somewhere If I had a time machine I?d go back when