do good business There's a lot of people asking for my time, they're trying to get ahead They're trying to be a good friend of mine I was a free man
you think you can't handle You're acting like a vandal Wrecking the dream At the first bad scene Ladies' man Ladies' man Ladies' man Ladies' man © 1982
gone through my door Man to man to man to man To man to man to man Man to man to man to man Woman to man © 1982 Crazy Crow Music, BMI
you think you can't handle You're acting like a vandal Wrecking the dream At the first bad scene Ladies' man, ladies' man Ladies' man, ladies' man
Man from Mars This time you went too far I fall apart everytime I think of you Swallowed by the dark There is no center to my life now No grace in my heart Man
a lot of help When a man's only trying to find out How to feel about himself In the plan, oh the cockeyed plan God must be a boogie man
my door Man to man to man to man To man to man to man Man to man to man to man to man Woman to man
us tied and true No, my old man Keeping away my blues But when he's gone Me and them lonesome blues collide The bed's too big The frying pan's too wide My old man
bring him, love words to sing him Like some foolish magi I'll be gone and words in a song Won't even last till sunrise Go tell the drummer man The time
? Man from Mars This time you went too far I fall apart Everytime I think of you Swallowed by the dark There is no center to my life now No grace in my heart Man
you think you can't handle You're acting like a vandal Wrecking the dream At the first bad scene Ladies' man Ladies' man Ladies' man Ladies' man
gone through my door Man to man to man to man To man to man to man Man to man to man to man Woman to man
good business There's a lot of people asking for my time They're trying to get ahead They're trying to be a good friend of mine I was a free man in Paris
Keeping us tied and true No, my old man Keeping away my blues But when he's gone Me and them lonesome blues collide The bed's too big The frying pan's too wide My old man
bring him love words to sing him Like some foolish magi I'll be gone and words in a song Won't even last till sunrise Go tell the drummer man The time
a lot of help When a man's only trying to find out How to feel about himself! In the plan-oh The cock-eyed plan God must be a boogie man!
Vertaling: Mitchell, Joni. My Old Man.
Vertaling: Mitchell, Joni. Free Man In Paris.