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Can't stand your present job, afraid of getting fired Depressed? Staring at the late-night tube You could call that number But you'd just get someone just like you Well, I feel that way too Just the same as you Like it's getting worse before it's getting better I've got troubles of my own But as long as you're alone Stick with me and we'll be alone together Beer is warm, dinner's cold and greasy Even when life isn't hard it always seems uneasy All alone, nobody seems to care Everybody's got someplace And you don't fit in anywhere You wonder, will you always have to live in doubt Sometimes you feel just Like Hank Williams used to sing about Through the window, the night's so still And if you listen you can hear That lonesome whippoorwill Can't stand your present job, afraid of getting fired Depressed? Staring at the late-night tube
- مدت
- ۶:۵۲
- سال انتشار
- ۱۹۴۹
- پخش
- ۰