Matchbox Blues Songtext
von Charles Esten

I′m sittin here wonderin' will a matchbox hold my clothes
I′m sittin here wonderin' will a matchbox hold my clothes
I ain't got so many matches but I got so far to go

I said momma who may be your manage be?
I said momma who may be your manage be?
Reason I ask so many questions, can you make arrangements for me?

Excuse my momma from knockin on your door
Excuse my momma from knockin on your door
My mind done changed, ain′t loving that girl no more


I wouldn′t mind marrying but I can't stand settling down
I wouldn′t mind marrying but I can't stand settling down

I′m going to act like a preacher
I can ride from town to town

I'm leaving town
Crying won′t make me stay
I'm leaving town
Crying won't make me stay

Baby the more you cry
The further you drive me away