Letras:
Martin Dean Blue Smoke

be true and love only you Blue smoke goes drifting by into the deep blue sky My memories of home will never die Blue smoke goes drifting by into the deep blue

in restaurants with mandolins and violins We just sittin' here tryin' to win, tryin' not to sin High off *** and lots of gin So much smoke need oxygen

I woke up this morning Toes out of my shoes Bringing me the blues I said "Blues, good morning" I don't want to fight 'Cuse me while I have a smoke If

gamblin Up in restaraunts with mandolins, and violins We just sittin here tryin to win, tryin not to sin High off weed and lots of gin So much smoke need

, gamblin Up in restaraunts with mandolins, and violins We just sittin here tryin to win, tryin not to sin High off weed and lots of gin So much smoke

gamblin Up in restaraunts with mandolins, and violins We just sittin here tryin to win, tryin not to sin High off weed and lots of gin So much smoke need

, gamblin Up in restaraunts with mandolins, and violins We just sittin here tryin to win, tryin not to sin High off weed and lots of gin So much smoke

, gamblin Up in restaraunts with mandolins, and violins We just sittin here tryin to win, tryin not to sin High off weed and lots of gin So much smoke

, gamblin Up in restaraunts with mandolins, and violins We just sittin here tryin to win, tryin not to sin High off weed and lots of gin So much smoke