paroles de chanson Long Cigarettes, Cheap Red Wine - David Harley

You sing your songs the stage is bare
There isn't anyone out there
From time to time it just seems that way
And I run out of songs to play

Forget the musak and the beer
The open mouths the grudging cheers
There isn't any better way
To freeload your life away

Back in 1969
I lost someone I thought was mine
That's the price I had to pay
When I ran out of songs to play

Goodbye old friend I have to leave
Just to prove that I'm still free
I'll see you in a year or so
And buy the round you say I owe

The long cigarettes the cheap red wine
The melodies you say are mine
And if you find somewhere to be
I hope you'll save a place for me