I took her down to Willow Fair, we floated down the street Dirty feathers in her hair and jewels on her feet And when the fair was over, we went drinking in the sundown She said, "Pull yourself together, boy, and put that silly gun down
You're giving me the bust up, broke down, burned out Hollywood blues" Whichever way you lace the cake, you lose What road's a blind man meant to choose When he's got the bust up, broke down, burned out Hollywood blues?
I've been in this game too long to not know when I'm losing Started out so fine and strong, thought by this time I'd be cruising I'm holding onto my sanity, man, but it's getting hard to fake It She's leaning on my vanity, man, and telling me, "Come on, hero, shake it
You're giving me the bust up, broke down, burned out Hollywood blues" Whichever way you lace the cake, you lose What road's a blind man meant to choose When he's got the bust up, broke down, burned out Hollywood blues?
Once there was a playhouse here with dancers and musicians A barefoot prophet appeared and made a proposition You're thinkin' big, I understand, but when that baby hits the street Are we looking at a comeback, man, or just another glorious defeat?
Is this what the poet intended when he said no man is an island? I'd start over, I'd be mended, if I could just get myself on dry land But I'm heading into trouble, I can see the storm clouds muster Why am I seeing double and who's that joker in the duster
Giving me the bust up, broke down, burned out Hollywood blues? Whichever way you lace the cake, you lose What road's a blind man meant to choose, hey When he's got the bust up, broke down, burned out Hollywood blues?
I took her down to Willow Fair, we floated down the street Dirty feathers in her hair and jewels on her feet And when the fair was over, we went drinking in the sundown She said, "Pull yourself together, boy"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
