Texty písní » The Disciples - What Have I Done?
The Disciples - stát se fanouškem
When I was a little boy, I used to play all day
Runnin' and a'jumpin' in the mustard fields
Laughin' all the way.
And all those times seem so beautiful
I often wonder why,
As I sit in my chair and think of those youthful days,
All I can do is sit and cry
All I can do is sit and cry
All I can do is sit and cry
All I can do is sit and cry
All I can do is sit and cry
Well I remember my mother
When she used to bake the pies
When I'd get in fights, come home cryin'
She'd put the ice-pack on my eye.
Well I remember my father
He workin' with his hands.
He'd throw me the ball and he'd smile,
And say "Boy, someday you're gonna be a man"
Someday I will be a man
Someday I will be a man
Someday I will be a man
Someday I will be a man
Now I'm much older than a boy,
Still sitting in my chair.
Knowing the time has all gone away,
Still I wonder where.
The pain in my heart hurts so badly,
Cut me like a knife.
And I ask myself the question
What have I done with my life?
What have I done with my life?
What have I done with my life?
What have I done with my life?
What have I done with my life?
What have I done with my life?
Source(s):
I typed in the lyrics as I listened to it.
Přidal: Půlnočník dne 25. 05. 2010 v 00:59.
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