It's been a long, hard winter, my friend, Seemed to get here early this year And the old man knows, it's the end of the road Still he don't feel no pain
And if I could, I would pack my things and walk Not to hear those words again When he said, "Yeah, you gotta be somebody," That's what he always says, but now
The old man is sleeping again Probably dreaming of the dreams that never came true We never had too much to say
[Chorus:] His cigarette burned down to the end, Wondering what he's gonna do He knows he's gonna be early For St. Peter's rendezvous
Hey, they're tearing our old town apart Closing down the railways And there is no love lost between us at this time And no words that could explain
He just say, "Hey, I weren't born yesterday," That's what he liked to say, but now
The old man is sleeping again Probably dreaming of the things that can never be Pity, we still ain't got much to say
[Chorus]
He just say, "Yeah, you gotta be somebody," That's what he always says, but now
The old man is sleeping again Probably dreaming of the things that can never be Pity, we still ain't got much to say
[Chorus]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
