John Prine - Maureen Maureen текст песни

Maureen, maureen,

I shot a doctor last night on the airplane

Well, they said he wouldnt hurt us

But he got me real nervous and mean

He was fat and he stank

And God knows that he drank more than we do

So I shot him in the first class

Then I bailed out and ran home to you

Chorus:

But you dont believe me

I could tell by your smile

Honey, why dont you leave me

Get lost for awhile, maureen.

Maureen, maureen,

Theres a hole in between where we come from

And the things that Im thinking

Aint necessary the things that I say

I may have lied to myself

But I tried to tell God how I love you

But even he dont answer

His phone anymore when I pray

Maureen, maureen,

I shot a doctor last night on the airplane

Well, they said he wouldnt hurt us

But he got me real nervous and mean

Real nervous and mean