Most of the brine has got to boil away Most of the air has got to choke you Most of June I spent in jail again I don't mean jail, exactly
Up in the pine tree Red squirrel looking down at me I am losing control of the language again I am losing control of the language again
Most of the things I used to hold onto Most of the things I used to say to you Most of the ways I knew around the local roads Are disappearing daily
High in the cottonwood You were looking down at me and it sure looked good Hair hanging down in the leaves Your neck tilted back to make a rainbow
I was losing control of the language again I am losing control of the language againTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
