Lyrics Apartment 21 - Bobbie Gentry

Rain on my Sunday shoes
Pick up the daily news
Looks like tomorrow′s blues
But it's better than none

Call on the telephone
Knowin′ that he's not home
I'll put on the Rollin′ Stones
And I can have me some fun

Start up a flight of stairs
Stand up and comb your hair
Try not to change things
More than you can withstand

Get into somethin′ new
That's made for a year or two
Pick up the pieces
Where you think they might land

Every day goes
Another day′s gone
Hate to say so but I'm gettin′ older
Day by day

Take off all your clothes
Stand up and wipe your nose
Cry for your Daddy
Who died so long ago

Jump on another plane
Today it's all the same
You can catch me in Boston
′Cause that's how it goes

I'm here in apartment 21
Stop by and have some fun
Say, how ya doin′
You old son of a gun?

Look at a photograph
Lord, don′t it make you laugh
All those changes
What have we done?

And I say,
(La) La-la-la, (la) la-la-la, (la) la-la-la, la (la)
La-la, la-la, la-la-la, la-la, la-la
(La) La-la-la, (la) la-la-la, (la) la-la-la, la (la)
La-la, la-la, la-la-la, la-la, la-la

Sit down and write a song
Wait 'til the days grow long
Wait for the autumn wind
To blow me away

(La) La-la-la, (la) la-la-la, (la) la-la-la, la (la)
La-la, la-la, la-la-la, la-la, la-la
(La) La-la-la, (la) la-la-la, (la) la-la-la, la (la)
La-la, la-la, la-la-la, la-la, la-la

(La) La-la-la, (la) la-la-la, (la) la-la-la, la (la)
La-la, la-la, la-la-la, la-la, la-la
(La) La-la-la, (la) la-la-la, (la) la-la-la, la (la)
La-la, la-la, la-la-la, la-la, la-la