Testo Born Too Late - Steve Forbert
Testo della canzone Born Too Late (Steve Forbert), tratta dall'album Rock While I Can Rock: The Geffen Recordings
Saddle up that old gray mare for me
I wanna ride until these eyes of mine can't see
I never really feel like looking very much anymore
And nothing really matters 'til it's closer than the house next door
People talk a lot but they can never find the heart and the soul
To put a lot of time into more than just a search for gold
The river's flowing dirty and it's moving down to Pass Christian
There used to be a time when its water was a healing hand, yeah
Born too late
And everything you love is gone, gone
Born too late
And everything you know is wrong
I've got a wife in Cleveland and she hates my guts
And everything about her's a reflection of what drove me nuts
I stopped to buy a beer inside the trading post and lost my keys
That somber wooden Indian by the door began to laugh at me
Born too late
And everything you love is gone, gone
Born too late
And everything you know is wrong
Born too late
And my silver Catalina's busy rusting in the cool night air
He's only got a few miles left beneath his hood out there
I stood a while beside him and I thought about his thirst for oil
I thought about his greed for speed and how we've all got spoiled
Born too late
And everything you love is gone, gone
Born too late
And everything you know is wrong
Born too late
And everything you love is gone, gone
Born too late
And everything you know is wrong
Born too late
Born too late
Born too late
Born too late
Born too late
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Writer(s): Steve Forbert
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