No matter what you think you pull you'll find it's not enough No matter who you think you know you won't get through It's a given L.A law, someone's faster
He wants to dream like a young man With the wisdom of an old man He wants his home and security He wants to live like a sailor at sea Beautiful loser
Words and music by bob seger Who's gonna ride that chrome three wheeler Who's gonna make that first mistake Who wants to wear those gypsy leathers All
She's totally committed To major independence But she's a lady through and through She gives them quite a battle All that they can handle She'll bruise
hosts. I raise my whiskey glass and give them a toast, I'm sure they know it's true. I got no rap against the southern states. Every time I've been there it's been great
's cold as stone He got some bad merchandise and he was all alone Two more unsolved mysteries, a lot of paper pushed around Most folks are just waking up in this great
Let's put a new coat of paint On this lonesome old town Set 'em up, set 'em up We'll be knockin' 'em down You wear a dress babe I'll wear a tie, we'll
Until you've been beside a man You don't know what he wants You don't know if he cries at night You don't know if he don't When nothin? comes easy Old
It seems like only yesterday I didn't have a clue I stood alone not knowing where to turn Now suddenly I look around And everything looks new I don't
She packed up her bags and she took off down the road Left me here stranded with the bills she owed She gave me a false address Took off with my American
