Ramblin' out? I'm lying, man I ain't be nowhere I can't stand to leave my home or leave my bed Goddamn! She said "Cool, man, let's stay there" I said "That's fine, I do not care where we are Just let me be alone" So I lost interest, she lost God I came home and she got caught I had hardly words to say She said "Man, you got me!" Hey... I guess I'll be on my [sweet way?]
[Words?] were thrown and plates were hurled I called her a little girl She called me a Dylan fraud I guess that's where I got caught
No, I don't drink, but if I did This would be the part I had seen About my lonely nights in jail With all my paychecks spent on [bail?] But in truth I've mainly sat In my only and lonely flat Got no friends, ain't got no cats I've had words with my hands though
Freewheelin' has got me through Means to me what I mean to you He's too important, not too [?] Now he's just a last nameTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
