I'll be your builder, skilled at the tasks you ask I'll be you sinner baby, allowing my soul to be sold But I'm drawing the line there woman I ain't
s the season of the golden leaves When the wind turns into a bitter breeze I was walking thru the oak leaves on the hill With my lady, oh she's got a
a crazy colt And he's gonna run let the four winds slap his face He's gonna fly, let the sky be his guide He's gonna lie beneath a blanket of stars He
Lost, lost in a dream (It's a dream) And I think, it's some evil scheme They say, that I don't feel, what I feel But I know, that this ain't no game
: Lost, lost in a dream (It's a dream) And I think, it's some evil scheme They say, that I don't feel, what I feel But I know, that this ain't no game