B/Bert Jansch/Ramblings Going To Be The Death Of Me
Ask me why a rambler ain't got no home Ask me why I sit and cry alone I wish I knew I wish I knew If I knew, I'd know what to do
Day in day out seems I'm running all on my own Day in day out there's weakness (a) growing in my bones Whoa(d) it no use No(t) it no use My mind is dead, I got to turn my body loose
Wish mama you could hear the words that I cry Wish mama now if only I could die But my time is late My time is late I'm on my own and lord, I got it straight
No girl I've loved has ever held me down No reason can I give for leaving this town My love is true now My love is true But the road is long I got to see my journey through
So girl don't deny the freedom that's born (a) me Girl don't deny that a rambler must always be free Some day you'll see now babe Some day you'll see That my ramblin's going to be the death of meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
