Джим Моррисон
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The Doors

Yeeeeaahh...



I took a trip down to L'America

To trade some beads for a pint of gold.

I took a trip down to L'America

To trade some beads for a pint of gold.



L'America, L'America, L'America,

L'America, L'America, L'America.

C'mon, people, don't you look so down,

You know the rainman's comin' to town.

He'll change your weather, change your luck,

And then he*ll teach you how to... find yourself.



L'America.



Friendly strangers came to town,

All the people put them down,

But the women loved their ways,

A come again some other day

Like the gentle rain,

Like the gentle rain that falls.



I took a trip down to L'America

To trade some beads for a pint of gold.

I took a trip down to L'America

To trade some beads for a pint of gold.



L'America, L'America, L'America,

L'America, L'America, L'America,

L'America.