Tom’s at the piano talkin’ to a ghost Playin’ with his eyes shut tight Here’s a little song I learnt it from the wind I heard it on the wind last night
Beats workin’ in the field for a little blind boy Playin’ in the dime museum Day the colonel came and he take ya by the hand What a lucky day for him
When Tom is at the bench his hands are not his own Some spirit in the room takes hold Never seen the sun much less read a note But he makes ya wanna tap your toes
Make your daddy proud oh make your daddy rich Some candy and cake for Tom Till the crowd dies down and the colonel’s in the grave And the candy and the cake are gone
Tom’s at the piano talkin’ to a ghost Playin’ with his eyes shut tight Here’s a little song I learnt it from the wind I heard it on the wind last nightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
