Слова:
Eric Burdon Tobacco Road

Tobacco Road, Tobacco Road Tobacco Road, Tobacco Road Say you're dirty and filthy I despise, I despise you 'cause you're filthy But I love you because you're my home Tobacco Road, road

or grow In the middle of Tobacco Road Grew up in a dusty shack And all I had was a'hangin' on my back Only you know how I loathe This place called Tobacco Road

grow In the middle of Tobacco Road Grew up in a dusty shack And all I had was a'hangin' on my back Only you know how I loathe This place called Tobacco Road

grow In the middle of Tobacco Road Grew up in a dusty shack And all I had was a'hangin' on my back Only you know how I loathe This place called Tobacco Road

or grow In the middle of Tobacco Road Grew up in a dusty shack And all I had was a'hangin' on my back Only you know how I loathe This place called Tobacco Road

or grow In the middle of Tobacco Road Grew up in a dusty shack And all I had was a'hangin' on my back Only you know how I loathe This place called Tobacco Road

or grow In the middle of Tobacco Road Grew up in a dusty shack And all I had was a'hangin' on my back Only you know how I loathe This place called Tobacco Road

grow In the middle of Tobacco Road Grew up in a dusty shack And all I had was a'hangin' on my back Only you know how I loathe This place called Tobacco Road

grow In the middle of Tobacco Road Grew up in a dusty shack And all I had was a'hangin' on my back Only you know how I loathe This place called Tobacco Road