Sleeping in your backyard I'm the comeback kid you hired And I will play for you this rare old jukebox tune That I knew well And it goes as follows And it's all so special Look what the day brought 'round Drunkards, vagabonds, and clowns He gave his all, there's nothing left King of Sound would get some rest And now there's room for happiness here And he laughs beneath his crooked crown Wears it well on his furrowed brow And he won't ask for nothing now That's what the people say And he laughs beneath his crooked crown Wears it well on his furrowed brow And he won't ask for nothing now Saw the lines upon his face The journey of his life was traced And he won't come back to this place That's what the people say Saw the lines upon his face The journey of his life was traced And he won't come back to this placeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
