3 acessos
i get the other sunday
i woke up early
went down to the record shop
you said hi
with the pencil i wrote a postcard
and i wrote about injustice
about cruelty
you know me
i'd rather mope around all day
then try and feel better
and let things go my way
these small things
make a difference
the boys club door
who needs it
they saw me walking
i got a ride home
and its not you its me mom
its your friend
i want this day to end
i walked slowly to the window
wearing the Tshirt with my face on it
(honky-tonk piano solo)