This working all day ain't gettin' me nowhere Breakin' my back won't get it done Wish I had a dime, wish I had a dollar For every dream that I gave up on, that I gave up on This hammer I'm swingin' is startin' to feel heavy I clench my fist when I punch the clock A little for the bank leaves nothing for my baby Stretchin' my paycheck around the block I need to go face first into that fresh air Free up there where the eagle flies Need to drop a line in that cool clear water Leave the city behind and get countrified A fool's gold watch and a lung Full of black smoke is all I get for all I gave My only reward for this broken down body Was diggin' my way to an early grave Always dreamed I'd end up on a river Fast asleep on a mountain high But I'm way down here in this concrete valley In a sea of barbers and red taillights, red taillights I need to go face first into that fresh air Free up there where the eagle flies Need to drop a line in that cool clear water Leave the city behind and get countrified I need to go face first into that fresh air Free up there where the eagle flies Need to drop a line in that cool clear water Leave the city behind and get countrified Fit to be tied This working all day ain't gettin' me nowhere Breakin' my back won't get it done Wish I had a dime, wish I had a dollar For every dream that I gave up on, that I gave up on © 3 RING CIRCUS; SONGS OF WINDSWEPT PACIFIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com