Sittin' stoned alone in my backyard Askin' myself "Why should I work so hard?" Sittin' dreamin' 'bout the days to come Half-undressed, just soakin' up the sun Sittin' here, I hope I don't get fried Two years ago, you know, I almost died And yet, there's nothin' better for your soul Than lyin' in the sun and listenin' to rock 'n roll Sunny days Oh, sunny, sunny, sunny days Ain't nothin' better in the world, you know Than lyin' in the sun with your radio Sunny days Oh, sunny, sunny, sunny days Ain't nothin' better in the world, you know Than lyin' in the sun with your radio I really think there's nothin' quite so fine As lettin' the sun rejuvenate your mind Don't get me wrong, I really dig the moon But it was four in the afternoon when I wrote this tune And now the sun's about to fade away I'm feelin' better than I've felt for days You know, there's nothin' better for your soul Than lyin' in the sun and listenin' to rock 'n roll Sunny days Oh, sunny, sunny, sunny days Ain't nothin' better in the world, you know Than lyin' in the sun with your radio Vote: trishatpigdumpdotcom

Well, I'm on my way, to the city life To a pretty face that shines her light on the city nights And I gotta catch a noon train Gotta be there on time Oh, it feels so good to know she waits at the end of the line Swee-ee-eet, sweet city woman I can see your face, I can hear your voice, I can almost touch you Swee-ee-eet, sweet city woman Oh, my banjo and me, we got a feel for singin', yeah, yeah, Bon c'est, bon, bon bon c'est, bon, bon, bon c'est, bon, bon, bon, bon, bon Bon c'est, bon, bon bon c'est, bon, bon, bon c'est, bon, bon, bon, bon, bon So long ma, so long pa, so long Like a country mornin', all snuggled in dew Ah she's got a way to make a man feel shiny and new And she sing in the evenin', oh familiar tunes And she feeds me love and tenderness and macaroons Swee-ee-eet, sweet city woman I can see your face, I can hear your voice, I can almost touch you Swee-ee-eet, sweet city woman Oh, my banjo and me, we got a feel for singin', yeah, yeah, Swee-ee-eet, sweet city woman... Vote: trishatpigdumpdotcom

 

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