Eric Clapton
Eric Clapton
Eric Clapton
Eric Clapton
Eric Clapton
Eric Clapton
Eric Clapton
Eric Clapton
Eric Clapton
Eric Clapton
Eric Clapton
Eric Clapton
I wore my forty-four so long
They made my shoulder sore
I wore my forty-four so long
They made my shoulder sore
While I'm goin' down the valley
We might leave these stones
Well, I'm so mad this mornin'
I don't know where in the world to go
But I'm so mad this mornin'
I don't know where in the world to go
What I wanna get is some money
I just got to have to go
I wore my forty-four so long
They made my shoulder sore
I wore my forty-four so long
They done made my shoulder sore
While I'm goin' down the valley
We might leave these stones