Letra da Música Sugar Ditch de Omar And The Howlers

Well I met him at the courthouse
Playin´ french harp on the steps
And I loved him like a brother
No better friend could any man have

Well his daddy was a rounder
Till he drank his self to death
Left his momma to raise the family
She was working when she drew in her last breath

People say we´re no count and we´re sorra
But it´s a long hard road we travel on
And we´ll never, never strike it rich
Down in Sugar Ditch

Well he never had no money
And no way to get him none
Just a poor boy going nowhere
Till one morning, morning he was gone

Well I heard he´s up in Memphis
Everybody knows his name
He broke out of this red dirt prison
And I swear I´ll follow him someday

People say we´re no count and we´re sorra
But it´s a long hard road we travel on
And we´ll never, never strike it rich
Down in Sugar Ditch

I´m going away, I´m going away
Cause there ain´t no future in this place
I´m going away, I´m going away
Cause there ain´t no future in this place
I´m gonna leave Sugar Ditch
I´m going away