Early Sunday morning, 'bout 5.15 I met Smokey Robinson at an inner scene He really looked awful, when I asked him what was wrong He said: " Rowland, oh, my woman she is gone My woman she is gone"
I said I was sorry, not to take it like that I was sure things would work out, I was sure she’d come back He said, "this love of mine I know can never be But she told me these cold words as she left me
But tell me the reason 'cos I gotta know Why you never get hassled, you never seem low Just give me the answer 'cos I’m feeling bad Down hearted, discarded and terribly sad"
(spoken) - And this is the advice
Now, if the sun don’t shine, I won’t bother If the girl ain’t got time, then I’ll find me another I won’t let nothing throw me, it’s just another day And if I worry it won’t be alright, mmm, anyway
Now Smokey got up and he rushed outside An angry agent there claimed I’d injured his pride But since then they’ve seen the Smokey I know With his head held up high and his smile all a-glow
His new love volunteered that he had asked her yesterday And he was singing this strange song, in his own special way...
If the sun don’t shine, I won’t bother If the girl ain’t got time, then I’ll find me another I won’t let nothing throw me, it’s just another day And if I worry it won’t be alright, anywayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
