Tytuł: Postcard

• Wykonawca: Widespread Panic
• Wyświetleń: 373

Well I've been sittin' here, thinkin' about you
   'Bout what it is that you, you want from me
   You know it seems that I still don't know you well
   Know many faces I have seen
  
   Still I try, to make you happy
   Still I try, to make you sing
   Now if you're wonderin', what I think of it all
   Just read the back of this postcard
  
   Well the air here, breathing's great
   Well, we're having ourselves a good time
   Oh this town is nuts, my kind of place
   I don't want to leave
   I don't ever, I don't ever want to leave
   Oh never, never
   I don't ever want to leave
   Oh, no
  
   I see you in a
   Thousand costumes
   Strike many a silent pose
   I heard you tell a thousand stories
   Everyone in a different voice
  
   Still I try, to make you happy
   Still I try, to make you sing
   Now if you're wonderin', what I think of it all
   Just read the back of this postcard
  
   The air here, breathing's great
   Lord, we've cooked ourselves
   Now were cookin' up an ass kickin' time
   Didn't we?
   This town is nuts, my kind of place
   I don't want to leave
   I don't never, never, never, never want to leave.
   I never, never, never, never want to leave
   Never, never
  
   I'm taking my car - I never want to leave
   I'm taking my car...