Life's not where you leave it Love's not gettin' sane If I told you I need it I could be lyin' all the same
I'm 200 miles from Georgia, on that Mississippi line It's the 2:15 to Livingston, so I got myself some time From the hill across the rails, to as far as I can see The only friends I got 'round here are the two boots on my feet The ol' boots on my feet
Life's not where you leave it Love's not gettin' sane If I told you I mean it I could be lyin' all the same
As if these tracks were bright eternity And my life lay stretched behind I'll join those kings and senators in an ancient twistin' line If you sit yourself upon the throne, as if on my dyin' day Before you part your lips to speak, I got somethin' to say I got one thing to say
Life's not where you leave it Love's not gettin' sane If I told you I mean it I could be lyin' all the sameTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
