CORRECTAR LA LETRA

Letra : Ballad Of Nana Doline

Nineteen fifty-nine
Nana was getting on to grade nine
She met a boy, went by the name Dean
He was a captain of the football team
She was a fountain of the village scene
He wa'n't around much, never really been seen
'Less he was visiting Rick's widow Caroline

Now, Dean had him some big head for dreaming
Had chicken and swans, s'posed to be for selling
Had devious plans, getting into gasoline
Had several cats in the Hollywood magazine
Or they wrote about jazz, or they wrote about films
Or they wrote about cards, or they wrote about fiends
Or the wrote about girls, or they wrote about queens
Or they wrote about the fed, or they wrote about the thin

Eh! All this talking about dreams made Dean's daddy feel sick
He was praying he would avenge his dead brother Rick
The pain made him numb, the war in Vietnam
It took his first son, it took his third son
But I suppose he was a man, a man that'll never learn
The pride will return with a fixating burn
If he took his fifth son, if he took his eighth son
It must be just a part of the good Lord's, of the good Lord's plan