All and all I guess that there's so many things that we don't say and It's what makes us sad I think sometimes That makes us close but I don't mind, I don't mind In the alleys and the bonefields of Arkansa past the piles of tires and the Smell of hot tar you threw your papers In the rain under your hat you had a world, ummmm...a world There ain't no father There ain't no mother There ain't no sister Ain't got no brother Running to no one Running for cover In the valleys and the twilight of Illinois under the New moon I write in my book and I walk the streets Where no one lives not even you but, you don't mind Ahhh.... You don't mind And all and all I guess that there's so many things that We don't say... today you think that I don't even like You but don't you know YOU ARE MY WORLD, mmmm...MY WORLD There ain't no father There ain't no mother I don't see my sister Ain't got no brothers Running to no one Left to each other...
There ain't no father There ain't no mother I don't see my sister Ain't got no brothers Running to Jesus Running to lovers Running to strangers Running for cover Running to no one Left to each otherTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
