Bobby Bare - The Ballad Of Lucy Jordan paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson The Ballad Of Lucy Jordan - Bobby Bare



The morning sun touched lightly
On the eyes of Lucy Jordan
In a white suburban bedroom
In a white suburban town
As she lay there 'neath the covers
Dreaming of a thousand lovers
'Til the world turned to orange
And the room went spinning 'round
At the age of 37
She realised she'd never ride
Through Paris in a sports car
With the warm wind in her hair
So she let the phone keep ringing
As she sat there softly singing
Pretty nursery rhymes she'd memorised
From her daddy's easy chair
Her husband, he was off to work
And the kids were off to school
And there were, oh, so many ways
For her to spend the day
She could clean the house for hours
Or rearrange the flowers
Or run naked through the shady street
Screaming all the way
At the age of 37
She realised she'd never ride
Through Paris in a sports car
With the warm wind in her hair
So she let the phone keep ringing
As she sat there softly singing
Pretty nursery rhymes she'd memorised
In her daddy's easy chair
The evening sun touched gently
On the eyes of Lucy Jordan
On the rooftop where she climbed
When all the laughter grew too loud
And she bowed and curtsied to the man
Who reached and offered her his hand
And led her down to the long white car
That waited past the crowd
At the age of 37
She had finally found her heaven
As they rode along through Paris
With the warm wind in her hair



Writer(s): Shel Silverstein


Bobby Bare - The Moon Was Blue
Album The Moon Was Blue
date de sortie
19-04-2005




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