The whippoorwills were crying in the falling rain Far away a whistle hailed a passing train Out in the country summer was almost gone The fields were turning rusty and the hills were turning brown
Now I think of you when summer stars are on the rise I think of you with a bottle of wine and lazy eyes Playing rock and roll songs on an old guitar Getting drunk and sleeping out in my backyard
Now sometimes I just lie awake and I hear the wind Blowing through the seasons of my heart again My dreams are mostly lost and found on other streets, in other towns But babe, you know, I still look out for you
The cars were all abandoned on the city streets When snow had left us stranded then we used our feet And wound up drinking whiskey in a crowded bar And now when it starts storming I wonder where you are
'Cause you said that I was crazy to believe in you You said to never trust a man who sings the blues Well trust and that old guitar was all you'd ever need If you found a way to love the girl in me
Other boys I knew were just like shiny dimes Tossed and spent, they came and went a hundred times Nothing was as rough on me as giving up on you Now it seems like every bar in town's got boys who sing the bluesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
