In the middle of the summer I'm not sleeping cold wind blowing In the middle of the night they try to find me but I'm still driving. If you're going to San Francisco lay some flowers on the grave stone. There's music on the station and I'm just listening to cold wind whistling and if they ever find me tell the papers cold wind cold wind cold, cold wind blowing cold wind blowing
something aint right something aint right and if they ever find me tell the papers cold wind cold wind cold, cold wind blowing cold wind blowing cold wind blowing cold wind blowing cold wind blowingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
