Tekster:
Linda Ronstadt

I used to visit all the very gay places Those come what may places Where one relaxes on the axis of the wheel of life To get the feel of life from jazz

To know know know him Is to love love love him Just to see him smile Makes my life worthwhile To know know know him Is to love love love him And

I love you for sentimental reasons I hope you do believe me I'll give you my heart I love you And you alone were meant for me Please give your loving

I lose my way, no one cares The words I say, no one hears My life it seems is a world of dreams Deep in the night, you'll find me Dream and you're right

Well I lay my head on the railroad track Waiting on the Double E But the train don't run by here no more Poor poor pitiful me Poor poor pitiful me Poor

For shame For shame For shame Poor wandering one Though thou hast surely strayed Take heart of grace, thy steps retrace Poor wandering one Poor wandering

Well, I hope that the friend that you've thrown yourself on Gets drunk and loses her job And every road that you travel on Is dusty rocky and hard I

Oh what a sunny day When they carried the radio home Bringing him in off of the truck And the dogs wouldn't leave us alone Mr. Radio Come down here to

Well, I woke up this morning, woah oh And the sun refused to shine I knew I'd leave my, baby oh With a troublin' mind It rains every morning, oh And