Well, there's a fool on the roof, mama What do you think he wants A fool on the roof, mama What do you think he wants Well, that could be the dumbest question I've ever asked you, baby 'Cause he's smooth lookin' for me
You know I tried to get away - even gave up my good address You know I tried to get away - even gave up my good address I moved all the way to Fannin Street Tryin' to catch one lonesome breath
Well, I remember that day was in nineteen fifty two I remember that day - it was in nineteen and fifty two Mama and papa took me aside and said "Whoo-boy, I hate to tell you but you got a fool on your roof"
You let the fool have his way And you'll be spittin' on your whole life You let the fool have his way And you'll be spittin' on your whole life I'm talkin' 'bout goin' back to Texas Just me, my guitar, and my wifeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
