Waylon Jennings

I thought to leave your bed for the street
Was as simple as saying goodbye
I couldn't see how blind a man can be
Or how quickly life can fly
Chorus:
As the lines in my face grow deeper
And the well of my soul runs dry
I find that i drink more and more
From the memories of you and i
Verse 2:
The taste of fame is fire to me no more
The attention and hunger have gone
All i have left,the money and the game
I'm a prisoner to the road i'm on
Chorus.
Thanks to David M. Potter (dmp12@cornell.edu) for the lyrics.
Perret Charles-Amir : perret@diva.univ-mlv.fr