歌詞

If a fool like you, could listen to a fool like me And if the leaves on the trees could stop shaking in the wind If a fool like you, could listen to a fool like me Maybe baby we could stop long enough to begin Cryin' with the millionaire is like laughin' with the old street bum Send him off down to the coliseum promise him kingdom come And when the baby cries in the middle of the prayer He's sayin' hurry up daddy, hurry up because we're almost there If a fool like you, could listen to a fool like me And if the leaves on the trees could stop shaking in the wind If a fool like you, could listen to a fool like me Maybe baby we could stop long enough to begin Now the tempers get hot, oh and the fingers they shake Seems there ain't enough sunshine around to keep a man wide awake When the artist gets mad he can take up his brush But when the crippled man looses his faith well who's gonna give him a Crutch If a fool like you, could listen to a fool like me And if the leaves on the trees could stop shaking in the wind If a fool like you, could listen to a fool like me Maybe baby we could stop long enough to begin This old overcoat, man it's seen a lot of rain Like a junk yard scrap DeSoto I been learnin' my pain An old Heath radio taught me how to sing Now just give me a guitar and man I'll forget about everything If a fool like you, could listen to a fool like me And if the leaves on the trees could stop shaking in the wind If a fool like you, could listen to a fool like me Maybe baby we could stop long enough to begin
Writer(s): Tim Moore Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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