The Rolling Stones – Memo From Turner Lyrics
Didn’t I see you down in San Antone on a hot and dusty night? We were eating eggs in Sammy’s when the black man there drew his knife. Aw, you drowned that Jew in Rampton as he washed his sleeveless shirt, You know, that Spanish-speaking gentlemen, the one we all called “Kurt.” Come now, gentleman, … Read more