Well, I′m kicking it in Castro in the shadows of a weeping willow tree Yes, I'm kicking it solo, unimpeded by this California breeze And I′m dreaming at you, and I know you are dreaming at me Now I'm hollow and I'm empty while the others, they are full up to the brim And I don′t begrudge you, darling, but I can′t see where you're going with him It′s none of my concern but baby, please don't make me ask you again I break from the sound of thunder I break from the smell of dirt I break from the hand of misery I break for the one I hurt Now the liquor is no use, it makes a lonely man wicked and mean Ornery and low, just like my girl was on a fifth of Jimmy Beam And I′m drinking at you, and I know that you're drinking at me I break from the sound of thunder I break from the smell of dirt I break from the hand of misery I break for the one I hurtTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
