Översättning: Miller, Jody. Lång svart Limousine.
Översättning: Rose Maddox. Lång svart Limousine.
Översättning: Wynn Stewart. Lång svart Limousine.
your life Of the party and the famous crash that night Racing on the highway that turns nobody saint Now you're driving in that long black limousine
E-R Black people might get mad 'cause they don't see That they're looked upon as a nigga just like me I'm a nigga, not a colored man or a black Or a
like I do my ho's I dress 'em up, I buy 'em clothes Glass slippers, I gas ho's Now she's acting brand new on you assholes Limousines, I did that Two
Love They say that's money Can't buy love in this world But it'll get you a half-pound of cocaine And a sixteen-year old girl And a great big long limousine
to the church Whenever she heard those wedding bells Well would they ever look so happy again The handsome groom and his bride As they stepped into that long black limousine
's gone, gone away to find his fortune There's a long-haired lady lookin' for a home With her young son, he'd left them both alone And his black-haired
Black diamonds and pearls If I ruled the world, baby I ruled the world I'd love all the girls, yes, you, you, you Black diamonds and pearls, black diamonds, black
Well, I've got a long black six passenger limousine A palace in Dallas, a club in New Orleans Diamonds on my fingers, silk, imported clothes And I can
luxuries And unnecessary frills Lovely yellow daffodils And lacy filigree's Pretty little angels For everyone to see Lilly of the valley And long black limousines
shame No one ever warned the boy Rock n' roll is a vicious game, oh oh, oh yeah, oh oh Stage fright, ooh, and long black limousines He's pushing himself
Long black Limousine Shiniest car I've ever seen The back seat is nice and clean She rides as quiet as a dream Someone dug a hole six long feet in the
back got you, beggin' please Pray to the Junkiemaker Take a hit wit yer lips Pray to the Junkiemaker, WHOA You're jaded the light you no longer see
be some sad singin? Over you, I say over you Over you, pretty baby If I ever hear you say we?re through There?ll be some long black limousines People
It was good for, oh, so long Can't stop myself getting letters And then the people try to turn me back Publisher want my memoir And my limousines are black
To heal the cracks that split apart America gone plastic And now there's Dylan dripping from his mouth He's hitching himself way down south To learn a little black