Текст песни




Poor old surrendered Mimosa
Finally burnt out by the sun
I feel pretty burnt out myself
When the long hot summer is done
Summertime's long been my favorite
Now I can't grab it no more
Can't find no time for a fish on the line
Or that swing in the old sycamore
I'm in such a hurry now
It's startin' to worry me
Stop and smell the roses
Baby I can't hardly see
You know I ain't forgotten
Just how good it all can be
But I got so much responsibility
Got so much responsibility
Maybe you know how I'm workin'
Sorry I'm busy so much
Sorry those days when the world went our way
Are so hard to return to and touch
Maybe our future looks bright
Maybe our ship will come in
Maybe these years and these mule train careers
Will be things we won't think about then
But I'm in such a hurry now
It's startin' to worry me
Stop and smell the roses
Baby I can't hardly see
You know I ain't forgotten
Just how good it all can be
But I got so much responsibility
Got so much responsibility
Competition's heavy on a hard line wreckin' crew
The good ones never leavin'
Still there's always someone new
Pressure come down hard upon a top notch riveting
We don't get time to pace ourselves
We don't stand around and dream
Poor old surrendered Mimosa
Finally burnt out by the heat
I feel pretty burnt out myself
When I make that old turn down our street
Summertime's long been my favorite
Now it's old autumn I love
Summertime fun on some beach in the sun
Is not something I'm seein' much of
I'm in such a hurry now
It's startin' to worry me
Stop and smell the roses
Baby I can't hardly see
You know I ain't forgotten
Just how good it all can be
But I got so much responsibility
Got so much responsibility
Got so much responsibility



Авторы: Steve Forbert Copyright: Welk Music Group, Heathercom Music, Welk Music


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