Video Karaoke Choctaw Bingo - Ray Wylie Hubbard - Karaoke Canzoni

Questa base è una cover di Choctaw Bingo resa famosa da Ray Wylie Hubbard

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Con i cori (a scelta nella versione KFN)

Tempo: variabile (attorno a 95 BPM)

Stessa tonalità dell'originale: MIm

Durata: 08:16 - Anteprima: 05:06

Data di rilascio: 2005
Generi: Country, Blues, In inglese
Autore originale: James McMurtry

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Testo De Choctaw Bingo

Strap them kids in
Give 'em a little bit of vodka in a
Cherry Coke, we're goin' to
Oklahoma to the
Family reunion for the first time in years, it's up at
Uncle Slatons 'cos he's gettin' on in years
You know he no longer travels but he's still pretty spry
He's not much on talkin'
He's just too mean to die
And they'll be comin' down from Kansas and from west Arkansas
It'll be one big ol' party like you've never saw
Uncle Slaton's got his
Texan pride
Back in the thickets with his Asian bride
He's got an
Airstream trailer and a
Holstein cow
He still makes whiskey 'cos he still knows how
He plays that
Choctaw bingo every Friday night
You know he had to leave
Texas but he
He won't say why
He owns a
Quarter section up by
Lake Ufalla, caught a great big ol' bluecat on a driftin' jugline, sells his
Hardwood timber to the chippin' mill
Cooks that crystal meth 'cos his shine don't sell
He cooks that crystal meth 'cos his shine don't sell
You know he
He likes that money
He don't mind the smell
My cousin Roscoe
Slaton's oldest boy
From his second marriage up in
Illinois
He's raised in East Saint Louis by his
Mamma's people where they
Do things different
Thought he'd just come on down
He was goin' to
Dallas Texas in a semi truck
Caught from that big McDonalds
You know the one that's built on that
Great big ol' bridge across the
Will Rogers turnpike, took the big cabin exit stopped and bought a carton of cigarettes at that
Indian smoke shop with the big neon smoke rings
In the Cherokee nation hit Muskogee late that night
Somebody ran the stoplight at the
Shawnee bypass
Roscoe tried to miss him but he didn't quite
Bob and Mae come up from some little town way down by
Lake Texoma where he coaches football
They were two-A champions now for two years runnin'
But he says they won't be this year, no they won't be this year
And he stopped off in Tuska at that pop knife and gun place
Bought a SKS rifle and a
A couple full cases of that steel core ammo with the
Berdan primers
From some east bloc nation that no longer needs 'em and a
Desert eagle that's one great big ol' pistol
I mean
Fifty caliber made by badass Hebrews and some
Surplus tracers for that ol' BAR of Slaton's
Soon as it gets dark we're gonna have us some time, we're gonna have us some time
Ruth-Anne and Lynn come down from
Baxter springs, that's one
Hell-raisin' town way up in
Southeastern Kansas
Got a biker bar next to the lingerie store
That's got the Rolling Stones lips up there in bright pink neon and they're
Right downtown where everyone can see 'em and they
Burn all night
You know they burn all night
They burn all night
Ruth-Anne and Lynn they wear them cut off britches
And them skinny little halters
And they're second cousins to me
Man I don't care I wanna get between 'em with a great big ol' hard-on
Like a ol' Bois d'Arc fence post
You could hang a pipe rail gate from
Do some sister-twistin'
'Till the cows come home
You know we'll have us a time
We're gonna have us a time
Uncle Slaton's got his
Texan pride
Back in the thickets with his Asian bride
He cut that corner pasture into acre lots
He sells them owner financed strictly to them
That's got no kind of credit 'cos he knows they're slackers
And they'll miss that payment
And he
He takes it back
He plays that
Choctaw bingo every Friday night
He drinks his
Johnny Walker at that
Club Sixty-Nine
We're gonna strap them kids in and give 'em a little bit of Benadryl in a
Cherry Coke
We're goin' to
Oklahoma, gonna
Have us a time
Gonna have us a time
Ah

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