歌词
So long Father Bingo
Said the Hoosier to the priest
Fare the well, he replied, in broken Portuguese
The conductor tore her ticket
Tore it all in half
She told him where to stick it
Said you killed Sylvia Plath
Oh, sweet Sarah, Queen of Tarot
With the Indiana blues
Walks the streets of Little Italy
In her New York City shoes
Oh, the farms and farmhouses
And the farm boys sweet and true
Rolling in the tall grass
With the golden ingenue
Some call it flame and sin
She just called it time to go
And she ain't coming back again
But then you never know
Sweet Sarah, Queen of Tarot
With the Indiana blues
Walks the streets of Little Italy
In her New York City shoes
Oh, sweet Sarah, Queen of Tarot
With the Indiana blues
Walks the streets of Little Italy
In her New York City shoes
Written by: Roger Alan Wade
