Old 97's
Old 97's
Old 97's
Old 97's
Old 97's
Old 97's
Old 97's
Old 97's
Old 97's
Old 97's
Old 97's
Old 97's
Old 97's
Old 97's
Can't get a line to telephone you
Why you holing your company?
I been moaning Oh! Lonesome Me
You made a pigeon of my heart
And I'd go anywhere to know you
Take a long way coming back
Be your yellow bedroom cab
Making bread in your heaven
And you're the reason im losing all my sleep
'cause I just can't get what I want
I'm spinning out I'm pocket sized
I'm gonna catch that flyer
I'm gonna see it shine
Yeah you're waking up my one desire
But I can't get a line
Can't get a to telephone you
And I ponder your hold on me
I been moaning Oh! lonesome Me
You made a pigeon of my heart
And I'd go anywhere to know you
Take the long way comming back
Be your yellow bedroom cab
Making bread in your heaven