Текст песни String of Diamonds Medley: What I've Got in Mind / Stand by Your Man / Send Me the Pillow That You Dream On / Rose Garden / Take These Chains from My Heart / Your Good Girl Is Gonna Go Bad / Your Chea - Susan McCann

There's a million things that we could do this evening
With all the nightlife and the silver screen
But we've got time and we could take the town in
Or take a fast jet, maybe down to New Orleans

But what I've got in mind is a small café out of the way
Ah, but baby, let's don't stay (let's don't stay), no, it'll be too late (be too late)
Oh, what I've got in mind is to disappear, or maybe just to stay right here
Well, to tell the truth what I got in mind is making love to you

Stand by your man, give him two arms to cling to
And something warm to come to, when nights are cold and lonely
Stand by your man, and show the world you love him
Keep giving all the love you can
Stand by your man

I didn't know God made honky tonk angels
I might have known you'd never make a wife
You gave up the only one that ever loved you
And went back to the wild side of life

Send me the pillow that you dream on
Don't you know that I still care for you?
Send me the pillow that you dream on
So darling I can dream on it too

I beg your pardon, I never promised you a rose garden
Along with the sunshine, there's got to be a little rain sometime
When you take you got to give, so live and let live or let go, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
I beg your pardon, I never promised you a rose garden

Take these chains from my heart and set me free
You've grown cold and no longer care for me
All my faith in you has gone but the heartaches linger on
Take these chains from my heart and set me free

'Cause this good girl's gonna go bad
I'm gonna be the swingiest swinger you've ever had
If you like 'em painted up, powdered up
Then you oughta be glad
'Cause your good girl's gonna go bad

Your cheatin' heart will make you weep
You'll cry and cry and try to sleep
But sleep won't come the whole night through
Your cheatin' heart will tell on you

Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free
Feelin' good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues
Feelin' good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee

I beg your pardon, I never promised you a rose garden