Confessions

Let me make a small confession
To be honest with you all
Memories of the good times past
Still have their call

Like to make a resolution
To spend a little time alone
Away from the papers and the busy day
And the telephone

I don't wanna sneer at the downbeat life
Never wanna part from my pretty wife
The gossip and the wine take up too much time
When I ought to be far away
Far away

This is my inclination
When ambitions they pull mе down
To swing the doors and the lunch time borеs
And get outta town

I can't make an invitation
You'll never know what I mean
Out on the road with an unsafe load
And a juke-box queen

I don't wanna live those times again
I just want the peace to remember when
Saturday night was a cellarful of sin
Bringing songs from far away
Far away

I don't wanna live those times again
I just want the peace to remember when
Saturday night was a cellarful of sin
Bringing songs from far away