Well, a robin flew by my window I thought it just might be you Judging from the color of its breast And the sound of its song But I'm just thinking of you
Cause you're in sunny California The fertile land, John Steinbeck wrote When I came not a single fertile patch Could be spared for you and me
You see, I wanted to love you, baby Like neither you nor I'd been loved before I thought I could change the world if I just held you high enough Truth is, I couldn't hold you up at all
I couldn't hold you up I couldn't hold you up And I sure ain't gonna hold you down
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Well, I'm leaving, walking back home I don't care if it takes years or more But as I walk through the hills of Kentucky The leaves begin to turn red
And I think of you Yes, I think of you The prettiest tree on the mountainTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
