Lyrics

Listen, people listen Listen, now Son, don't put your hat Where you can't reach it It doesn't make no sense Good things come For those who work hard for it Adjust yourself To the life you can afford to live The road to the top Is long and winding A foolish dog Barks at the flyin' bird Patient man ride donkey Patient man ride donkey So, cool out son Cool out son You have to creep Before you walk Where there is life There is hope So, cool out son Son, don't put your hat Where you can't reach it It doesn't make no sense Good things come For those who work hard for it Adjust yourself To the life you can afford to live The road to the top Is long and winding A foolish dog Barks at the flyin' bird Patient man ride donkey Patient man ride donkey So, cool out son Cool out son You have to creep Before you walk Where there is life There is hope So, cool out son Son, don't put your hat Where you can't reach it It doesn't make no sense Good things come For those who work hard for it Adjust yourself To the life you can afford to live The road to the top Is long and winding A foolish dog Barks at the flyin' bird Patient man ride donkey Patient man ride donkey So, cool out son Cool out son So, cool out son Cool out son
Writer(s): Joel Gibson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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