Now everybody knows I’m a travelling man I’m out to San Francisco down the burning hand Goin back to Tampa Everything can be so fine I’m going back to Tampa cause Tampa’s resting on my mind
I drove cross the country, sailed across the sea I’m thinking all those lonely places where I long to be Goin back to Tampa Cause Tampa’s on my mind I’m going back to Tampa, to the life I left behind
As black B triple oaster You just might find a pearl Barbecue at Stucky’s, where the pretty girl? Goin back to Tampa Everything can be so fine I’m going back to Tampa to tease you off my mind
Well the salt is in the ocean, the wind is in the air The sun is shining all the time, they’re fishing it away Goin back to Tampa Cause Tampa’s on my mind I’m going back to Tampa where nothing is hard to find
Now everybody knows I’m a travelling man I’m out to San Francisco down the burning hand Goin back to Tampa Everything can be so fine I’m going back to Tampa cause Tampa’s resting on my mind Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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