Checkin' out all the cats in the band
Groovy piano, dig
I can't believe you're just flesh and blood
You look too
They say God made the Earth in six days
He said,
Call me white trash
But that don't make me no punk
I'll
Cool groovy jazz cats
And country western buckaroos
Classical conductors
And
Well it ain't no thing bein' king
When you got a
Some look for fortune, fame and success
They long for contentment,
The band is burnin' and the place is packed
There's no
The pessimist says," Things are as bad as they can
I woke up this mornin' and opened up an eye
With
You know, I've heard it said there's beauty in distortion
By
Songwriters: Hartman, Dan; Winter, Edgar;Yesterday I said goodbye to all
Autumn the wind blows colder than summerAutumn my loves gone
I tried to love her but she changes everydayWouldn’t be
A long, long time ago I had a dreamSomehow things
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