Teksty: Grandaddy. Collective Dreamwish Of Upperclass Elegance.

Here I sit and play guitar
Drink beer out in the country
Having narrowly escaped my trip
Into town... and now it's Sunday
So here I sit and play guitar
Count stars out in the country
Having narrowly escaped my trip
Into town... now there's no one around

Here I sit and play guitar
Drink beer out in the country
Having narrowly escaped my trip
Into town... and now it's Sunday
So here I sit and play guitar
Count stars out in the country
Having narrowly escaped my trip
Into town... now there's no one around.