Текст песни Easy Come (Poor Man's Whiskey) с переводом

Just north of San Francisco where the red trees grow

and the fog rolls in, the cold wind blows

Well I was going for a drive

Following the curved lines of the coastal highway

The fog got so thick, I couldn’t see the sun

So I pulled over to the side

I wandered into a bar and I sat on a stool

there were 3 fishermen playing a game of pool

and an old man sitting next to me

Well he appeared to be a man of about 60 years

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