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  • Текст песни Blessed Feathers - hey

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    Hey all you migrant workers
    Flyin' down the freeway
    In back of pickup trucks
    No matter what the coppers have to say

    I've never known you
    But I respect you
    For comin' all this way every other day
    For only half the pay

    You're walkin' on a tight rope
    Cashin' in your orange groves
    For subdivided homes
    Neither one of us will ever own

    We're starin' from the road
    So glad we can't afford
    These double decker cookie cutter
    Houses made of particle board

    Hey all you Floridians
    Livin' for the weekend
    Inside your diesel truck
    No matter what the scientists they say

    I've never known you
    But I respect you
    For lovin' how you live your life
    Someday I hope I can say the same

    You've got your mud holes
    And camo colored clothes
    You're playin' country music louder than
    that speaker system holds

    If I convert you
    You'll lose your virtues
    And every other chance we have at coexistin'
    Like we used to do

    Hey all of you tourists
    Who come down here to throw a fit
    There aint a single reason that you have
    To act so childish

    I've never known you
    But I respect you
    For spendin' all that money tryin' to find
    Your family some happiness

    You have your rental car
    You've got your mini bar
    You're drivin' slower than I ever thought
    Was possible this far

    To see what I see
    To have what I have
    When what you're lookin' for it isn't farther
    Than your very own backyard

    Hey all you rain clouds
    You make the grass grow
    And too my father proud
    Of comin' early to his son at home

    We have a TV
    We've got a radio
    But nothin's quite as special as he and I
    Shootin' shit alone

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