America - Daisy Jane

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Flyin me back to Memphis
Gotta find my Daisy Jane
Well, the summer s gone
And I hope she s feelin the same

Well, I left her just to roam the city
Thinkin it would ease the pain
I m a crazy man
And I m playin my crazy game, game

Does she really love me
I think she does
Like the stars above me
I know because

When the sky is bright
Everything s alright

Flyin me back to Memphis
Honey, keep the oven warm
All the clouds are clearin
And I think we re over the storm

Well, I ve been pickin it up around me
Daisy, I think I m sane
And I m awful glad
And I guess you re really to blame, blame

Do you really love me
I hope you do
Like the stars above me
How I love you
When it s cold at night
Everything s alright

Does she really love me
I think she does
Like the stars above me
I know because
When the sky is bright
Everything s alright

Inne utwory

  • Mad dog
  • Never be lonely
  • 1960
  • Tin man
  • Hollywood
  • Hope
  • Catch that train
  • On target
  • Hidden talent
  • Now sue
  • One morning
  • Only game in town
  • You girl
  • Old man took
  • Goodbye
  • Slow down
  • Moment to moment
  • Someday woman
  • Moon song
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    How did we betray our imagination
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    Without a whisper for fear of intrusion
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