Oh if I had a mind to think I might do some damage Mix my thoughts in the kitchen sink And make myself a sandwich Oh I might hock my ham and cheese Buy a gun and shoot the breeze Bring the sun down to its knees And make another morning
Oh if I had a mind to think I might never gamble Never touch that fine cornet Or do the Muskrat Ramble I might just stay here in bed Have the sense to plan ahead I see the sky is getting red And sore like it's been crying
Oh if I had a mind to think I might take up jogging Leave behind those chili dogs Chase books that helped my noggin Oh I don't know how I got this old Or how the winter got so cold Now the morning's turning gold And I should stop my dreamingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
