Black Peter (complete track with vocals) (not slated) Lyrics

All of my friends come to see me last night
I was laying in my bed and dying
Annie Beauneau from San Angelo
Say the weather down here so fine
Just then the wind came squalling through the door
But who can the weather command
Just wanna have a little peace today
And a friend or two I love at hand

Fever rolled up to one hundred and five
Rolled on up, gonna roll back down
One more day I find myself alive
Tomorrow maybe four beneath the ground

See here how everything lead up to this day
And it′s just like any other day that's ever been
Sun going up and then the sun keep going down
Shine through my window and my friends they come around
Come around, come around

The people I know, but the people don′t care
That a man could be as poor as me
Take a look at poor Peter, he's lying in pain
Now let's go run and see
Run and see, run and see

Run and see, run, run, run and see