Apartment 21 Lyrics - Singles - Bobbie Gentry

Rain on my Sunday shoes 

Pick up the daily news 

Looks like tomorrows blues 

But its 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 something new 

That's made for a year or two 

Pick up the pieces 

Where you think they might land 

Everyday goes 

Another days gone 

Hate to say so but I'm getting 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', ya old son of a gun 

Look at a photograph 

Lord, don't it make you laugh 

For all these changes 

What have you done? 

La la la, la la la, la la la la 

Lla 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 till the days grow long 

And wait fir the autumn wind 

To blow me away 

La la la, la la la, la la la la 

Lla 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 

(repeat)