Instrumenty
Ensembles
Opera
Kompozytorzy
Wykonawcy

Teksty: Angel. Chicken Soup.

Standin' there by the old town clock
Grab my coat in my hand
I thought I'd go for a walk

Like my Momma said, "You'll never be poor"
But can you really be sure?
You've got to help, doctor, doctor
Got to take the cure

Strollin' 'round, I was hit by surprise
By a bit of a dream
That looked me straight in the eyes

My Momma said, "You'll never be poor"
But can you really be sure?
You've got to help, doctor, doctor
Got to take the cure

Everyday I think I see her again
With the passing of time
My chances just never came

Like my Momma said, "You'll never be poor"
But can you really be sure?
You've got to help, doctor, doctor
Got to take the cure

Fourteen years since I saw her that night
Things are not quite the same
My head just ain't feelin' right

My Momma said, "You'll never be poor"
But can you really be sure?
You've gotta to help, doctor, doctor
Got to take the cure

Oh, you're right that I tried
To tell myself I'll be all right
Feelin' poor, that's for sure
I need a bowl of my Momma's cure

Oh, you're right that I tried
To tell myself that I'll be all right
Feelin' poor, that's for sure
I need a bowl of my Momma's cure