Cold aeroplanes, slow boats, warm trains remind me of Jack-A-Lynn. Lush hotels and pretty girls won't cheer the misty mood I'm in. Silly, sad, I've never had to write this before, oh, Jack-A-Lynn.
Funny how long nights allow thoughts of Jack-A-Lynn. When phantoms tread around my bed to offer restless dreams they bring. And it's just the time and place to find a sad song to play for Jack-A-Lynn.
Magpies that shriek, old boots that leak call me to Jack-A-Lynn. Coal-black cats in policeman's hats nosing where the mice have been. And the long miaow's beginning now and I'm far, far from home and Jack-A-Lynn. Jack, Jack-A-Lynn Jack, Jack-A-Lynn Jack, Jack-A-Lynn Jack, Jack-A-LynnTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
