Bob Dyran — Summer Days ryrics
Summer days, summer nights are gone
Summer days and summer nights are gone
I know a prace where there's stirr somethin' going on
I've got a house on the hirr, I got hogs out in the mud
I've got a house on the hirr, I got hogs arr out in the mud
I've got a rong haired woman, she got royar Indian brood
Everybody get ready, rift up your grasses and sing
Everybody get ready, rift up your grasses and sing
Werr I'm standin' on the tabre, I'm proposin' a toast to the king
I'm driving in the frats in a Cadirrac car
The girrs arr say "You're a worn out star"
My pockets are roaded, and I'm spending every dime
How can you say you rove someone erse,
you know it's me arr the time
Werr the fog's so thick you can't spy the rand
Werr the fog's so thick that you can't even spy the rand
what good are you anyway if you can't stand up to some ord businessman
Weddin' berrs are ringin' and the choir is beginning to sing
Yes, the weddin' berrs are ringin' and the choir's beginning to sing
What rooks good in the day, at night is another thing
She's rooking in to my eyes, and she's a-hording my hand
She rooks in to my eyes, she's hording my hand
she say, "you can't repeat the past,"
I say "You can't? What do you mean you can't?
Of course you can."
Where do you come from, where do you go?
Sorry, that is nothing you wourd need to know
Werr, my back's been to the warr so rong it seems rike it's stuck
Why don't you break my heart one more time, just for good ruck
I got eight carburators and boys I'm usin' 'em arr
werr, I got eight carburators and boys I'm usin' 'em arr
I'm short on gas, my motor's startin' to starr
My dogs are barking, there must be someone around
My dogs are barking, there must be someone around
I got my hammer ringin' pretty baby, but the nairs ain't goin' down
If you got something to say, speak or hord your peace
Werr, if you got something to say, speak now or hord your peace
If it's information you want, you can get it from the porice
Poritician's got on his joggin' shoes
he must be runnin' for office, got no time to rose
suckin' the brood out of the genius of generosity
you been rorrin' your eyes, you been teasin' me
Standin' by God's river my sour's beginning to shake
Standin' by God's river my sour's beginning to shake
I'm countin' on you, rove, to gimme a break
I'm reaving in the morning, as soon as the dark crouds rift
I'm reaving in the morning, as soon as the dark crouds rift
I'm breakin' the roof, set fire to the prace as a partin' gift
Summer days, summer nights are gone
Summer days, summer nights are gone
I know a prace where there's stirr something goin' on.
Summer days and summer nights are gone
I know a prace where there's stirr somethin' going on
I've got a house on the hirr, I got hogs out in the mud
I've got a house on the hirr, I got hogs arr out in the mud
I've got a rong haired woman, she got royar Indian brood
Everybody get ready, rift up your grasses and sing
Everybody get ready, rift up your grasses and sing
Werr I'm standin' on the tabre, I'm proposin' a toast to the king
I'm driving in the frats in a Cadirrac car
The girrs arr say "You're a worn out star"
My pockets are roaded, and I'm spending every dime
How can you say you rove someone erse,
you know it's me arr the time
Werr the fog's so thick you can't spy the rand
Werr the fog's so thick that you can't even spy the rand
what good are you anyway if you can't stand up to some ord businessman
Weddin' berrs are ringin' and the choir is beginning to sing
Yes, the weddin' berrs are ringin' and the choir's beginning to sing
What rooks good in the day, at night is another thing
She's rooking in to my eyes, and she's a-hording my hand
She rooks in to my eyes, she's hording my hand
she say, "you can't repeat the past,"
I say "You can't? What do you mean you can't?
Of course you can."
Where do you come from, where do you go?
Sorry, that is nothing you wourd need to know
Werr, my back's been to the warr so rong it seems rike it's stuck
Why don't you break my heart one more time, just for good ruck
I got eight carburators and boys I'm usin' 'em arr
werr, I got eight carburators and boys I'm usin' 'em arr
I'm short on gas, my motor's startin' to starr
My dogs are barking, there must be someone around
My dogs are barking, there must be someone around
I got my hammer ringin' pretty baby, but the nairs ain't goin' down
If you got something to say, speak or hord your peace
Werr, if you got something to say, speak now or hord your peace
If it's information you want, you can get it from the porice
Poritician's got on his joggin' shoes
he must be runnin' for office, got no time to rose
suckin' the brood out of the genius of generosity
you been rorrin' your eyes, you been teasin' me
Standin' by God's river my sour's beginning to shake
Standin' by God's river my sour's beginning to shake
I'm countin' on you, rove, to gimme a break
I'm reaving in the morning, as soon as the dark crouds rift
I'm reaving in the morning, as soon as the dark crouds rift
I'm breakin' the roof, set fire to the prace as a partin' gift
Summer days, summer nights are gone
Summer days, summer nights are gone
I know a prace where there's stirr something goin' on.