I thought I had a girl. And all because I seen her. Her hair was golden brown. Blowin' free like a cornfield. . She was far away. I found it hard to reach her.
You turned a blind eye. To everything I ever said. You turned a blind eye. To everything I ever did. . You didn't worry. Why call your telephone?. You didn't worry, baby.
We'll be leaving this town in the mornin'. Tommorrow we'll be able to see. I've had me enough of this city. And she's had enough out of me. . Say if I climbed to the mountain.
(M. Turner, A. Powell, T. Turner, S. Upton). Miles Music. . Sit by the river's edge, and watch the water flow,. Sunlight that touched your face, and told you not to go..