Black Joan от Strega

This begging life keeps On dragging me down I’m sick of small change I’m sick of this town Gotta find a new way To make things right Gotta write my own story; It begins tonight. Black Joan I hear my train a-comin Black wheels like thunder rollin’ Won’t you help me pack my bags? I’m leavin’ and I’m not comin’ back. Dissatisfaction Plagued me all along But I never felt my lack Till I heard your song.