What poetry from Guy Clark -- and a Murderers Row of talent warbling it here: I wish I had a dime for every bad time But the bad times always seem to keep the change You been all alone so you know what Im sayin So when all you can recall is the pain Just you wait until tomorrow when you wake up with me at your side and find I havent lied about nothin I wouldnt trade a tree for the way I feel about you in the mornin, anyhow I love you Every day it gets just a little bit better And half the gettin there is knowin where I been before Im sure you understand cause I aint your first man So when you feel like runnin for the back door ... dont Just you wait until tomorrow when you wake up with me at your side and find I havent lied about nothin I wouldnt trade a tree for the way I feel about you in the mornin, anyhow I love you. in thehttps://youtube/watch?v=JNx8_eSe8-w
Posted on: Sun, 25 Jan 2015 10:07:29 +0000
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