Tytuł: That's what living is to me

• Wykonawca: Jimmy Buffett
• Wyświetleń: 271

  
   Jason Mason hears a sound
  A whistle blows in Congo town
  And the mail boat's in, the mail boat's in
  It brings him things from oh so far
  Old magazines and snickers bars
  A simple man, a simple land
  The world's too big to understand
  
  Be good and you will be lonesome
  Be lonesome and you will be free
  Live a lie and you'll live to regret it
  That's what living is to me
  That's what living is to me
  
  On a timeless beach on Hisanola
  A young sips a diet cola
  She's worlds apart, worlds apart
  The spirit of the black king still
  Reverberates through Haitian hills
  He rules the sea and all the fish
  What if he had a TV dish?
  
  In some far off regions the foriegn legions
  Keep the theives and the preditors at bay
  While closer to home some bad boys still roam
  The streets aren't safe but give it one more day
  One more day . . .
  
  The stories from my favorite books
  Still take on many different looks
  And now I'm gone, home again
  The time has come the walrus said
  And little oysters hide their head
  My Twain of thought is loosely bound
  I guess it's time to Mark this down