Lyrics to I Guess I'll Have to Learn to Fly
When i take the stage
and wail the blues
long and hard for my lost baby
nobody out there knows
or even cares about my troubles or why i sing
or why i look so sad
i got involved with a fast city woman
as mama would say "she saw me a-commin'"
for every nickel she spent on me
for every every dime she spent on me
she took a dollar in return
i poured out my feelings and didn't mince any words
which she never tired of hearing -oh, you know, she urged,
she led me to the point of blindness
on to sorrow, on to the edge of my doom
i forgot my raising and stopped going to church
started stealing and lying and doing other things worse
just to prove to that woman that i could
and i would, be her man
oh how i could be so foolish
and what's even worse, i forgot the season
God, am i cursed?
We were to be married Sunday in a small country church
then i wrote a letter to my hometown girl
but she'll marry another, i think his name was Earl
i'm gonna shake myself just like the old hound dog
move on up the road and get lost in a fog
i've been working for a year and a day
and all i have to show is a hi-fi that won't play
i lost my new Mustang, pawned my last pair of shoes
and don't have fifty cents to pay up the dues
then i ran away far and tried hard to die,
but all i could do was sit down and cry
Life on earth for me is over
so i guess i'll just have to learn to fly
and wail the blues
long and hard for my lost baby
nobody out there knows
or even cares about my troubles or why i sing
or why i look so sad
i got involved with a fast city woman
as mama would say "she saw me a-commin'"
for every nickel she spent on me
for every every dime she spent on me
she took a dollar in return
i poured out my feelings and didn't mince any words
which she never tired of hearing -oh, you know, she urged,
she led me to the point of blindness
on to sorrow, on to the edge of my doom
i forgot my raising and stopped going to church
started stealing and lying and doing other things worse
just to prove to that woman that i could
and i would, be her man
oh how i could be so foolish
and what's even worse, i forgot the season
God, am i cursed?
We were to be married Sunday in a small country church
then i wrote a letter to my hometown girl
but she'll marry another, i think his name was Earl
i'm gonna shake myself just like the old hound dog
move on up the road and get lost in a fog
i've been working for a year and a day
and all i have to show is a hi-fi that won't play
i lost my new Mustang, pawned my last pair of shoes
and don't have fifty cents to pay up the dues
then i ran away far and tried hard to die,
but all i could do was sit down and cry
Life on earth for me is over
so i guess i'll just have to learn to fly
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