When her sweet summer love had turned and gone He put a big time Moses lonesome on He got back the ring with the note she'd sent When he tried to make it permanent
Love was one big storm moving down the line She didn't dream anymore of their future time No sound from the pillow by the window sill Between her and the call of the whippoorwill
Traveling salesmen, merchant crew The carnies and the truckers too If you live your life with your baggage packed It seems you leave more often than you come back
And every day man was what she wanted So she gave up the ghost of the chance he haunted And every night man who would care for her Like this sometime shining visitor
Maybe love for her shouldn't burn that bright But shine with a lean warm and steady light Someone who'd listen and could talk with her I've heard such perfect men occur
The work he loved took him far from home Soon she tired of too much time alone He loved her and she loved him But her big time lonesome did them in
When love's a storm moving down the line How can you dream anymore of the future time No sound from the pillow by the window sill Between her and the call of the whippoorwillTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
