William (for Leadbelly) Songtext
von The Americans

Put both hands up and receive your rights
All about some trouble on a moonless night
Two plainclothes stand in your door
Asking, Are these the clothes you wore?

You left home with the world gone wrong
With your mouth poked out and your back of brawn
To test your mettle against the world at large
Till the world went and showed you who′s in charge

Tie one on
Tear up the town
Right your wrongs
Can't live it down

Can′t help yourself but to spill blood
Go out and show the world what you're made of
You've been living in a conversation
And the other side has run out of patience


As for sometimes friends, there was no short
Telling possum lies in a possum court
What, do you hope, of it will live on?
Will they read your words, will they hear your songs?

Go on, now
Tie one on
Tear up the town
Why so long?
Ah, settle down

Can′t help yourself but to spill blood
Go out and show the world what you′re made of
It's violence or conversation
And the other side has run out of patience

Now you rock that shovel till your wrist′s numb
And you hike that bucket to the well, son
Hope a freight train light can save you
Hope a freight train light will save you