Letras de Sweet Gene Vincent

Blue jean baby

Skinny white sailor
The chances were slender
The beauties were brief
Shall I mourn your decline
With some Thunderbird wine
And a black handkerchief

I miss your sad Virginia whisper
I miss the voice that called my heart

Sweet Gene Vincent
Young and old and gone
Sweet Gene Vincent

Who, who, who slapped John?
White face, black shirt
White socks, black shoes
Black hair, white strap
Bled white, died black

Sweet Gene Vincent
Let the blue caps roll tonight
At the sock hop ball in the union hall
Where the boppers, they′re delights

Here comes duck tail Danny
Grabbing uncanny Annie
She's the one with the flying feet
You can break the peace
Daddy sick of grease
But the beat is beat complete

And the jump back honey in the dungarees
Tight sweater and a pony tail
Will you guess her age when she comes back stage?
The rude lumps bite their nails

Black gloves, white frost
Black crepe, white lead
White sheet, black night
Jet black, dead white

Sweet Gene Vincent
There′s one in every town
And the devil drives 'til the hearse arrives
And you lay the pistol down

Sweet Gene Vincent
With nowhere left to hide
With lazy skin and ashtray eyes
A perforated pride

Take it away Paul
Take me home, country roads

At the well man's down
In the caboca hotel
Goodbye to money owed
When your leg still hurts but you need more shirts
You gotta get back on the road
Sweet Gene Vincent
Sweet Gene Vincent
Sweet Gene Vincent

Sweet Gene Vincent

When your leg still hurts but you need more shirts
You gotta get back on the road