Slickers' Match Factory - Simple Things | Текст песни

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• Slickers' Match Factory
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It’s me you might see in the crowd
Of people hurling down the street
It’s me, I don’t stand out

I’m not an artist, I’m not rich
No angel’s kissed me on the cheeks
My feet are solid on the ground

I wake up
Each morning to get my simple things done
And I just try
To earn for a living more than a dime
And someone waits me home
I’ve got a place to go
And with my blessed friends I can share it all
I mean
A sorrow, a joy an’ a drink

I’ve got an undistinguished name
It’s hard to tell how old I am
I’ve never been a cover man

I’m not a sinner, I’m not saint
Coz red hot blood runs in my veins
It’s the same color as other men’s

I wake up
Each morning to get my simple things done
And I just try
To earn for a living more than a dime
And someone waits me home
I’ve got a place to go
And with my blessed friends I can share it all
I mean
A sorrow, a joy an’ a drink

And I just try to earn a dime
I’ve got a job to do it right
I’m not a boss man but satisfied

And someone waits me to come back home
When I come back the lights are on
Making me feel I’m not alone

And I can call my friends at night
To tell I’m in trouble or don’t feel fine
For those few friends I could even die

I build no castles on the sand
I’ll never be a better man
I’m happy to do my simple things again

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