Black Peter
Garcia / Hunter
All my friends come to see me last night
I was laying in my bed and dying
Annie Bonneau from saint angel
Say the weather down here is fine
Just then the wind came squalling through the dark
But who can the weather command
Just want to have a little peace to die
And a friend or two 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 leads up to this day
And it's just like any other day that's ever been
Sun going up and then the sun going down
Shine through my window and my friends they come around
Come around, come around
The people might know, but the people don't care
That a man can be as poor as me
Take a look at poor peter, he's lying in pain
Now let's come run and see, run and see
Run and see, run and see, run, run and see, and see
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