How I pray the day will come when you can't make those fingers dance That guitar pickin's made your thinkin' weary of romance You play your little songs singing bout the love you got But picking aint the same as loving what you never lost
You're crying to yourself Its sad but it's true You're just a man who's playin' sad songs that he never knew
When the day gets long and you're all alone humming like you do Lets try to hum a song that's got less fiction and more truth Your desperation and displacement has me keeping score And listening to your singing has become a tired bore
That handsome face has lost all faith But I can still see through You're just a man who's playin' sad songs that he never knew
You're not from Texas or New Orleans or from Tennessee And yet you sing about them and how they're supposed to be Still it's kind of funny how I fell for you at all With your guitar pickin' fingers and your ego ten feet tall
I guess that's what it takes to make a woman see it through You're just a man who's playin' sad songs that he never knew I guess that's what it takes to make me feel the way I do You're just a man playin' sad songs that you never knewTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
