Joe Ely

Fate With A Capital F
Too many cigarettes Too many cheap regrets Too much whiskey but I'll never fret I got money to burn Fate with a capital F Ah, she doesn't budge Too many stinkin hotels Too many sinkin' spells I ain't been to bed—I ain't goin' yet I got money for love And fate with a capital F Ah, she doesn't budge She doesn't budge [Hey, hold it a minute, ghost Hey boys, everybody, try this] She ain't gonna budge You can see it for yourself Oh, you be the judge Fate with a capital F Looking out of boxcar doors Wondering where I'm heading for Letras de cancionesI woke up this morning in New Orleans Looking back at the same old town Same old things I never found Headed for some place I've never seen She ain't gonna budge You can see it for yourself You be the judge Fate with a capital F Too many cigarettes Too many cheap regrets Face to face with the bottom of the bottle again It'll never take her place Even whiskey can't erase Memories of the way things might gave been She ain't gonna budge You can see it for yourself Ah, you be the judge Fate with a capital F She ain't gonna budge You can see it for yourself You be the judge Fate with a capital F Yeah, you be the judge ... From Letras Mania