Black Peter

 

     All of my friends come to see me last night
     I was laying in my bed and dying
     Annie Beauneu from Saint Angel
     say "the weather down here so fine"

     Just then the wind
     came squalling through the door
     but who can
     the weather command?
     Just want to have
     a little peace to die
     and a friend or two 
     I love at hand 

     Fever roll up to a hundred and five
     Roll on up
     gonna roll back down
     One more day
     I find myself alive
     tomorrow 
     maybe go
     beneath the ground

     See here how everything
     lead up to this day
     and it's just like
     any other day
     that's ever been
     Sun goin up
     and then the 
     sun it goin down
     Shine through my window and
     my friends they come around
     come around
     come around

     People may know but
     the people don't care
     that a man could be
     as poor as me...
     "Take a look at poor Peter
     he's lyin in pain
     now let's go run
     and see"

     Run and see
     hey, hey,
     run and see

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