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Instruments:
Taylor
6-string guitar
Admira spanish guitar
Jim Deacon acoustic bass guitar
Alesis drums |
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Monday
morning was a bad start for a man supposed to be lucky as I was,
but I couldn’t help it, for every thing was against me that
day,
and I was rolling down that road with my troubles close behind
in a purple Pontiac with no-one on board.
And as I skidded round the corner with two wheels up in the air,
I could almost count the seconds till I took my final breath,
as I was rolling down that road with my troubles close behind
in a very apprehensive state of mind.
But then I heard you laughing at me as you
ran across the road,
trying to catch up as I left the scene.
And in an instant you were there, with your high heels in your
hand,
and we jumped aboard a bus to take the fast road out of town;
and we were rolling down that road with our troubles close behind
in a way that made me think I was in luck.
But then I heard you laughing at me as you
slid out of the door,
leaving me on board all on my own.
And as I shuffled to the border with my wallet in my hand,
I could see you in the distance, but I didn’t understand;
I was still rolling down that road with my troubles close behind
in a purple Pontiac with on-one on board.
But then I heard you laughing at me as you
ran across the road,
trying to catch up as I left the scene.
(©2001
Stewart Bowman)
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