Текст песни Jack Johnson feat. Donavon Frankenreiter, G. Love, Zach Gill - Mudfootball

Saturday morning and it's time to go.
One day these could be the days,
But who could have known.
Loading in the back of a pickup truck,
Riding with the boys and pushing the luck.
Singing songs loud on the way to the game,
Wishing all the things could still be the same.
Chinese homeruns over the backstop
Kakua on the ball and soda pop well.

We used to laugh a lot,
But only because we thought
That everything good always would remain.
Nothing's gonna change,
There's no need to complain.

Sunday morning and it's time to go,
Been raining all night, so everybody knows.
Over to the field for tackle football,
Big hits, big hats, yeah, give me the ball.
Rain is pouring, touchdown scoring,
Keep on rolling, never boring.
Karma, karma, karma chameleon,
We're talking kinda funny from helium.

We used to laugh a lot,
But only because we thought
That everything good always would remain.
Nothing's gonna change,
There's no need to complain.

Monday morning and it's time to go
Wet trunks and schoolbooks and sand on my toes.
Do anything you can to dodge the bus-stop blues
Like driving a padiddle with a burnt-out fuse.
My best friend Kimi wants to go with you,
So meet her by the sugar mill after school.
My best friend Kimi wants to go with you,
Meet her by the sugar mill after school.

We used to laugh a lot,
But only because we thought
That everything good always would remain.
We used to laugh a lot,
But only because we thought
That everything good always would,
Everything good always would remain.