CAFÉ de POET
(Where the
wind blows...)
Going away to where the wind blows ...
To the place where snow grows ...
To the place where its long nights
Freeze my breath cold as ice ...
Turned up collar and overshoes ...
Dont want no papers dont want no news ...
leave the windows leave the doors
I aint got nothing to lose anymore ...
I been here so many times
I know the words I know the lines
I been here so many times ...
I ought to know you better by now .
written by
Steve Cooper 2003 Copyright
Lifes
like that.
A
Gypsy woman told me .. not so long ago
"
Man your gonna have troubles .. way on down the road
I
said " Woman your telling me .. things I already know
She
said " Well give me me bleedin money and bloody sod off home"
written
by Steve Cooper 2003 Copyright
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