Tekst Utworu

Gonna make us some shoes, gonna walk real far Gonna build us a boat, and I'll play this guitar that I made you Whilst wearing my shoes Gonna make us some suits to go with our shoes Gonna cut my own hair and drink my home brew Won't you join me for a bottle or two? 'Cause I'm Jack, Jack of all trades, master of none And I, I made you love me and that's a home run Hey! Drifting on downstream, our toes in the water All the things that I made her, I could have brought that just ain't me That ain't my style So let's make a big noise, let's make the news Let's start a new craze with homemade tattoos Drinking home brew, whilst wearing our shoes 'Cause I'm Jack, Jack of all trades, master of none And I, I made you love me and that's a home run Now our shoes have got holes This guitar's out of tune Our homemade tattoos, they're faded and blue Now I'm Jack, Jack of all trades, master of none And I, I made you love me and that's a home run And I'm Jack, Jack of all trades, master of none And I, I made you love me and that's a home run
Writer(s): Peter James Briley, David Christian Roux, Peter Briley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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