MY BODY'S AT HOME (BUT MY HEART'S ON THE ROAD) (Bill Anderson) « © '67 Moss Rose Publications » RECORDED BY DAVE DUDLEY I'm sittin' back
beautiful body is still here on earth, But her soul has been called up above Body and Soul, Body and Soul, That's how she loved me, with Body and
beautiful body is still here on earth But her soul has been called up above Body and soul, body and soul That's how she loved me, with body and soul
It's because I know she's a disaster A walking mess, a master of misery She's everything that possibly could go wrong She'll always be a lifelong tragedy
Vertaling: Bill Anderson. My liggaam is by die huis (maar my hart is op die pad).
Vertaling: Monroe, Bill. Liggaam en siel.
: It's because I know she's a disaster A walking mess, a master of misery She's everything that possibly could go wrong She'll always be a lifelong tragedy
On a simple mission stars won?t need attention they pass by to shine before they fall through the ground you don?t like theses gatherings stupid worn
I saw you standing there with someone new It doesn?t matter, so they say I?ve been hiding from the sun for seven days who could afford you, anyway?
(fenkes) all animals they want us to, they want me and you to depart so hold me, tear me, in your spare time apart a wolf has friend and his friend
With your eyes there?s enough parking space in my brain why don?t you move over here and throw the keys away? when I woke up this morning there was
countryside ? henry turns over his potato (resting) field to the left of his house windmill noises sound like the rush of the sea he gave me the curtain
cover bands cover up lives with ears flipping over, with elephant ears boiling in a tin pot that poisening has to end somewhere on my way to the ocean
you fell right through the roof onto the foot side of my bed but I never asked you to explain me that your heart is like this of a girl from mars while
save the heart of your darkness for me I won?t mind you for a dance or two I?m in love but you seem to be stoned, too they shut it down for a certain
somehow I feel like a leg without bruises sorrow is just for fools and sadness is for loosers I don?t know how to behave because it?s been two days now
