On a Sunday gone In the harbour place The big boss man's eye Fell on the pretty girl's face She was closing things Oh what a death he died He drank away his sense He never said goodbye
You could talk about love You could talk about the light You could talk about the only time You ever did things right You could talk about the moon Hanging in the sky You could talk about the finer things You could talk about the minor things
It's a poor man's game This serious life No pursuit could make me The man for my wife Says the man's hot streak To a sober face No reflections please When I'm the king of this place I will take my first fist And I will bring it down And I will take that smiling Right outta this town
You could talk about love You could talk about the light You could talk about the only time You ever did things right You could talk about the moon Hanging in the sky You could talk about the finer things You could talk about the minor things
He was cautioned to the wind Oh man, you're a fable nowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
