sábado, 9 de agosto de 2008


If it hadn't been for cotton-eye joe
I'd been married long time ago
Where did you come from.
Where did you go?
Where did you come from cotton-eye joe?
He came to town like a midwinter storm
He rode through the fields so
Handsome and strong
His eyes was his tools and his smile was his gun
But all he had come for was having some fun...