Lyrics

People say I got no ambition Instead of workin I like to go fishin I wonder what they'd say if they could see me Workin' on this tune For the first five years I been hangin' around Tryin' to get the feel of that jukebox sound One of these songs I'm writin's gonna be a hit Livin' in hotels and pick-up trucks One of these songs is worth a million bucks If only I could be discovered, here I sit Little blue notebooks and yellow pads Every page filled with a thought I had I wrote 'em all down saved them for my songs Now wall to wall and door to door It's hard to find your way across that hotel floor But I know where every last word and verse belongs For the first five years I been hangin' around Tryin' to get the feel of that jukebox sound One of these songs I'm writin's gonna be a hit Livin' in hotels and pick-up trucks One of these songs is worth a million bucks If only I could be discovered, here I sit
Writer(s): Bill Pekar, Skippy Brown Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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