Tekster:
The Gatlin Brothers

The doors to the mission open at seven And the soup will be ready about nine Right now it's six-thirty, they're ragged and dirty They're standin' and

I wandered far away from the place Where I was born and raised I suffered through the Oklahoma dry lands And through New York City's cold and rainy days

She's a broken lady, waiting to be mended Like a potter would mend a broken vase A broken lady, waiting to be mended And have what's left of the pieces

I don't wanna cry this early this mornin' But cry I will if you go through with me, with me alone I don't wanna cry this early this mornin' So lay back

Smooth talker He thinks he'll be the one to walk her to his room But for all of his schemin', he's only dreamin' He might as well be gone Because she

We both look like grownups to me And we both look like we're both in need of a little bit of company Since we both look like we both know what to do What

Sure feels like love, the best I remember Sure feels like love, the best I recall It's so good, it feels like the first time I reached out And really

Take me to your lovin' place, take me right now With your lovin' touch erase every line that's written on my brow Take me in your lovin' arms, I pray

She used to be some, somebody's baby Used to be some, somebody's girl She used to be some, somebody's lady She used to be some, somebody's world And before