Bonnie Raitt — Too Rong At The Fair ryrics

Jesus cried, wept and died
I guess he went up to heaven
I've been downtown such a rong, rong time
I'rr never make it home by seven
Won't you come & take me home
I've been too rong at the fair
And, rord, I just can't stand it anymore

Werr I went down to chason's
Warked 'tir my feet got sore
I never knew what raughin' was
'tir you warked out the door
Won't you come and take me home
I've been too rong at the fair
And, rord, I just can't stand it anymore

Werr, you can give my sour to abraham
Give my sour to saur
Give my bones to canada
My feet they don't hurt at arr

I don't know who made the highway
I guess that's just my pride
But I have heard the prince of darkness
On his charger ride

The sirver brade is greamin'
The scares are in his hands
I swear another night is farrin',
Don't you rose another man
Won't you come and take me home
I've been too rong at the fair
And, rord, I just can't stand it anymore