Momma I need Your shoulder to cry on Bring it on home for me to rely on Momma I need your bed to lie on I'm sure my time has come
Here I stand, a broken man A lifesize illustration of A fallen favourite son And I lay deep in sleep Of a lonely kind And sadness reflecting misery
Good morning, sorrow Today I'm going out to borrow Just a little of the sun From someone else's life But the way to happiness Is gonna be closed again And so I begin to feel It just the same
In her heart a million ways to love In her head a thousand Poisoned dreams Just for the first time This has got to be the last time I can't get down any further
Pain and dreams are hand-in-hand But who holds the answer I need Where is my turning in life's long road Did I take a side-lane to this hell I'm in
Momma I need Your shoulder to cry on Bring it on home for me to rely on Momma I need your bed to lie onTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
