You wandered ‘round the bush, like you would smoke And what’s it like to be hardly there The spirit’s playing spoons with your bones I could feel you in the air
Every transport truck that I see Is carrying your weight and leaving it on top of me And memory’s got my guts And I like that It’s keeping you so close
I can still see you and Jake You’re smoking smokes and you’re dreaming big I can still hear you and Jake You’re cracking jokes and you’re dreaming big
You taught me how to be a working man, well I’m gonna work on you You taught me how to be a working man, well I’m gonna work on you Yes I’m gonna work on you
You wander round my head, like a halo You were on my mind, you were hardly there Spirits playing spoons with your bones I could feel you in the air
Every guitar note that I play Holds a place for all the things I never had the chance to say And memory’s got my guts And I hate that It’s pushing you so far away
I can still see you and Jake You’re smoking smokes and you’re dreaming big I can still hear you and Jake You’re cracking jokes and you’re dreaming big
You taught me how to be a working man, well I’m gonna work on you You taught me how to be a working man, well I’m gonna work on you Yes I’m gonna work on youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
