Besedila:
Pretty Willie Find Rest

to me and find rest (I done, been all around the world trying find a way) Come to me and find rest (I just need some rest, yeah) Come to me and find rest

you for shelter from the lightning Space to rest upon your kitchen floor Will he be a man of constant sorrow? Born to beg a coat against the storm? Will

the air smells like warm root beer, And the towels are oh so fluffy! Where the shriners and the lepers Play their ukuleles all day long And anyone on the street Will

I think it's victory for us if we could just hold on Let's keep this thing strong, I love you and I believe you love me too And I wanna spend the rest

if that bitch will be braggin? what she saw And aside from makin? money, keep lovin? what you do I ain't saying nothin? more because the rest is up to

'm a hell of a guy, right? Pretty smile, light brown eyes I've got miles on them other guys, face it You could search America, Russia or Germany But never will you find

with pins and fishing tackle And I saw more teeth on an apple Bitch you better ask Uncle Gus Or you and the rest of the Clampett's will get fucked up

whatch your lip niggas pipes talk If you wasn't seen then you might walk Even if it ain't the time of day These niggas will find a way like locos off

rest of my time Lookin' for the words I?m never going to find You read them in a book and apply them to your life But how can I be as pretty as she writes