dave steger
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I saw you this
mornin'
Sleepy-eyed and yawnin' The day was creepin' in We lay in a heap of sin I don't know where to begin I'm worried we just can win Cause last nite I fell down Right in the middle of town My head hit on the floor And I walked out that dusty door Now my soul is sore My knee is ripped and tore And all I want All I want is a little more Some more of you So I don't feel blue Cold and hung out Without a clue And now I know what I gotta do I gotta get on home to you Gotta get on home to you So I crossed the pond To my baby blonde I went down to Indian springs The place we used to do those things I missed you on that night And now I don't feel right Please, tell me what to do? I think I know- But do you? And now I know what I gotta do I gotta get on home to you Gotta get on home to you Way up, way up, way up, |
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