Rotten Peaches — текст песни (Elton John)

We`ve moved on six miles from where we were yesterday

And yesterday is but a long long ways away

So we`ll camp out tonight beneath the bright starlight

And forget rotten peaches and the places we`ve stayed



I left from the dockland two years ago now

Made my way over on the S.S. Marie

And I`ve always had trouble wherever I`ve settled

Rotten peaches are all that I see



Rotten peaches rotting in the sun

Seems I`ve seen that devil fruit since the world begun

Mercy I`m a criminal, Jesus I`m the one

Rotten peaches rotting in the sun



There ain`t no green grass in a U.S. state prison

There is no one to hold when you`re sick for your wife

And each day out you`ll pick, you`ll pick rotten peaches

You`ll pick rotten peaches for the rest of your life



Oh I`ve had me my fill of cocaine and pills

For I lie in the light of the Lord

And my home is ten thousand, ten thousand miles away

And I guess I won`t see it no more