on a woman like that Give an old poor boy the blues. Still the pleasure was worth the pain Of everything she put me through And I consider myself one of the fortunate few
woman like that Will give an old poor boy the blues Still the pleasure was worth the pain Of everything she put me through And I consider myself one of the fortunate few
all I've got to say I'll leave the rest up to you But I consider myself one of the fortunate few Yeah, I consider myself one of the fortunate few
Превод: МцЦлинтон, Делберт. Један од Срећни Мало.
Since you been gone I've had time to myself Haven't even tried to find somebody else When you told me you were leavin' it almost came as good news
After my baby quit me I wouldn't even go outside And when my friends tried to fix me up I'd crawl up underneath my bed and hide I knew I was never
Here you come draggin' in Three a.m. again Grinnin' that silly grin Smellin' just like sin Holdin' up that alibi that's tissue paper thin Diggin
So your friends have been telling you I'm out of my mind Acting awful wild and weird Shoutin' and screechin', bouncing off the walls Swingin' from
Two in the mornin' too hot to sleep Tossin' and turnin' and twistin' the sheets I feel an old weakness comin' on strong Window wide open in the back
I walked down to the river, stood on the shore Seems like the devil's always tryin' to get in my door Just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore
You need a job so you can make some money You need a nice warm place to stay A sense of humor cause life is funny A big stick to keep the wolves away
Big house, big car, back seat, full bar. Houseboat won't float. Bank won't tote the note. Too much stuff. There's just too much stuff. It'll hang
I saw someone again today Who remembered me and you They asked all the same old questions I gave the same excuse They said what a shame, what a shame
I told you I was doin' just fine Didn't need nothin' in this life of mine Was havin' a good time just bein' free But you smiled that smile and just