Days are short, and I ain't down The sun is on the hill Looking in my suitcase for a friend The door was opened wide You know I lost a little pride And inside it was just another man
CHORUS: Every day another man reaches out his hand Every moment there's a shifting in the sand Every whisper in the wind Brings a good man back again Settle me down in my dreams tonight Tomorrow's another day to blow my blues away
Lots of folks will tell you that A man can go thru' life Taking what he wants along the way But until all men are freed Each one gets but what he needs The experience of living every day
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I woke up this morning I awoke upon my knees Crying oo-wee, I don't know where I am I feel just like a clown Every time I move around Because, after all, I'm just another manTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
