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Nick Drake - Poor Boy Nick Drake - Poor Boy |
*** Autor textu: Nick Drake | I never sing for my supper, I never help my neighbor.
Never do what is proper for my share of labor.
I'm a poor boy and I'm a rover. Count your coins and throw them over my shoulder.
I may grow older.
Nobody knows how cold it grows and nobody sees how shaky my knees.
Nobody cares how steep my stairs and nobody smiles if I cross their stiles.
Oh poor boy, so sorry for himself. Oh poor boy, so worried for his health.
You may say every day, where will he stay tonight?
Never know what I came for, seems that I've forgotten.
Never ask what I came for or how I was begotten.
I'm a poor boy and I'm a ranger. Things I say may seem stranger than Sunday
changing to Monday.
Nobody knows how cold it flows and nobody feels the worn down heels.
Nobody's eyes make the skies, nobody spreads their aching heads.
Oh poor boy, so worried for his life. Oh poor boy, so keen to take a wife.
He's a mess but he'll say yes if you just dress in white.
Nobody knows how cold it grows and nobody sees how shaky my knees.
Nobody cares how steep my stairs and nobody smiles if I cross their stiles.
Oh poor boy, so sorry for himself. Oh poor boy, so worried for his health.
You may say every day, where will he stay tonight?
Oh poor boy, so worried for his life. Oh poor boy, so keen to take a wife.
Oh poor boy, so sorry for himself. Oh poor boy, so worried for his health.
Oh poor boy… |
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