Weeks (The)
Sailor Song
Well I asked her why she cried What she was doing with her lifeShe said I could marry a sailor I think that I'd make a good wifeBut he would leave for months at sea Leaving only the baby and meAnd I do not think that I could stay faithfulAnd I could leave the sound for goodBringing only some photos and a bookBut I'm pretty sure my legs would grow wearyThen she asked how bout meI said well darling let me seeI hear wedding bells and see kisses from loversThose lovers or so it seemsThey appear to be you and meBut I could be wrong cause my mind's awful lazyAnd now I'm seeing something elseAnd it's me I'm by myselfAnd I appear to be older and I'm awful lonelyAnd as I cry I ask God whyHow could you let my poor wife die?And I told her not to cry Letras de cancionesTo wipe her eyes(Guitar Solo)Well if love is all you haveWell then baby that's not badAnd if love is all you gotThen that's a hell of a lotWell if love is all you haveWell then baby that's not badAnd if love is all you gotThen that's a hell of a lotWell if love is all you haveWell then baby that's not badAnd if love is all you gotThen that's a hell of a lotWell if love is all you haveWell then baby that's not badAnd if love is all you gotThen that's a hell of a lotWell if love is all you haveWell then baby that's not badAnd if love is all you gotThen that's a hell of a lotHell of a lot
From Letras Mania