Слова:
As Friends Rust Like Strings

and eyes grow wild. I know this town has got you down and you can't take the pain she brings, so fuck old friends you've got four here, tight like strings

and eyes grow wild. I know this town has got you down and you can't take the pain she brings, so fuck old friends you've got four here, tight like strings

I learned the Folksinger's Prayer and it goes like this: Our Father Who art on Folkways Ramblin' Jack be thy name Thy Folk City come Thy will be done On CD as