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Não Conte para a Banda

Widespread Panic

Don't Tell The Band

As a boy I had a gig with a travelin' show
Way back in '63
We did a little pickin' for the soldier boys
Of General Bobby Lee


But when we got to Pennsylvania,
I knew there'd be a change
We caught up with some boys from Georgia
And I heard one of them say


Don't tell the band
The devil's on his way
Don't tell the band
Just let the music play


Later on I had a job pouring gin and rum
On the grand queen of the sea
We set out on our first transatlantic voyage
Headed for New York City


But when I felt that lady shudder
I knew there'd be a change
I saw the captain grab the first mate
And I thought I heard him say


Don't tell the band
The devil's on his way
Don't tell the band
Just let the music play
Just let the music play


In the Restaurant at the End of the Universe
In the year 3010
I was listenin' to the Good Old Interstellar Boys
Playin' "Let It Be" again


But when I heard the trumpet sounding
I knew there'd be a change
A prophet wearin' robes appeared before us
And he looked at me and said


Don't tell the band
The devil's on his way
Don't tell the band
Just let the music play


Don't tell the band
The devil's on his way
Don't tell the band
Just let the music play
Just let the music play
Just let the music play

Não Conte para a Banda

Quando eu era garoto, fiz parte de um show itinerante
Lá em 63
Fizemos um som para os soldados
Do General Bobby Lee

Mas quando chegamos na Pensilvânia,
Eu sabia que algo ia mudar
Encontramos uns caras da Geórgia
E ouvi um deles dizer

Não conte para a banda
O capeta tá a caminho
Não conte para a banda
Deixa a música tocar

Mais tarde, arrumei um trampo servindo gin e rum
Na grande rainha do mar
Partimos na nossa primeira viagem transatlântica
Rumo à Nova York

Mas quando senti a dama tremer
Eu sabia que algo ia mudar
Vi o capitão pegar o primeiro imediato
E pensei ter ouvido ele dizer

Não conte para a banda
O capeta tá a caminho
Não conte para a banda
Deixa a música tocar
Deixa a música tocar

No Restaurante no Fim do Universo
No ano de 3010
Eu estava ouvindo os Velhos Garotos Interestelares
Tocando

Composição: Widespread Panic