Booker — текст песни (Harry Connick, Jr.)

And the warden said

"he wont need a cell

He has the key

Theres no harsher sentence

The mans doin life

In the first degree"



Some people seek to set blame

Some just accept their part

And now you know why

Booker died of a broken heart



And the priest said

"i can take confession

But not the sin

The church is shelter

Not the faith

Son, thats within"



Some people pray for fortune and fame

Some just play a part

And now you know why

Booker died of a broken heart



And the doctor said

"i can see youre hurt

Just by lookin at you

Pain we can help

But for hurt

Theres nothin we can do"



Some people pick up the pieces

Some just leave them apart

And now you know why

Booker died of a broken heart