Originally posted by Dundeegeorge
I am not suggesting that you dont make your life mean something,but do what you will its all going to fade away and turn to dust.
Thats why Ive spend sheds on Wine Women and Song and I dont regret one penny of my expenditure, or should I say investment?
Theres no peace of mind to be had in the Bank of England, let me walk through the Glens in peace, thats my wealth.
I am just a poor boy and my storys seldom told
Ive squandered my resistance for a pocketful of mumbles, such are promises
When I left my home and my family, I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
Asking only workmans wages, I come lookin for a job, but I get no offers
Just a comeon from the whores on 7th avenue
I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there
Now the years are rolling by me, they are rockin even me
No it isnt strange, after changes upon changes, we are more or less the same
After changes we are more or less the same
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