He came to me He was a young man And he said he had everything I would need I believed him
He couldn't fight He couldn't even get a suntan But when that pretty boy played the blues You know I believed him
I didn't know Neither did this blues boy That it ain't far away from the first word you say To the last one
And he didn't know He didn't get the news boy That it ain't far away from the first note you play To the last one
He was the golden boy Golden boy Golden boy played the blues and made me cry Golden boy Golden boy Pretty boy played so sweet and good and he had to die
He didn't drink much He didn't smoke in bed He stayed home with his drums While the rest of us bums went to party
He wasn't perfect He was a better man than me When he withered and he died I tried and I tried But I still can't see
He was the golden boy Golden boy Golden boy played the blues and made me cry Golden boy Golden boy Pretty boy played so sweet and good and he had to die
Golden boy Golden boy I will always wonder why Golden boy Golden boy Golden boy had to die
Golden boy Golden boyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
