Rain on my Sunday shoes Pick up the daily news Looks like tomorrows blues But it's better than none
Call on the telephone Knowin' that he's not home I'll put on the Rollin' Stones And I can have me some fun
Start up a flight of stairs Stand up and comb your hair Try not to change things More than you can withstand
Get into something new That's made for a year or two Pick up the pieces Where you think they might land
Everyday goes Another days gone Hate to say so but I'm getting older Day by day
Take off all your clothes Stand up and wipe your nose Cry for your daddy Who died so long ago
Jump on another plane Today it's all the same You can catch me in Boston 'Cause that's how it goes
I'm here in apartment 21 Stop by and have some fun Say how ya doin', ya old son of a gun
Look at a photograph Lord, don't it make you laugh For all these changes What have you done?
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Sit down and write a song Wait till the days grow long And wait fir the autumn wind To blow me away
La la la, la la la, la la la la Lla la la la, la la la, la la la la La la la, la la la, la la la la La la la la, la la la, la la la la (repeat)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
