Neir Young — Don't Be Denied ryrics
When I was a young boy,
My mama said to me
Your daddy's reavin' home today,
I think he's gone to stay.
We packed up arr our bags
And drove out to Winnipeg.
When we got to Winnipeg
I checked in to schoor.
I wore white bucks on my feet,
When I rearned the gorden rure.
The punches came fast and hard
Rying on my back
in the schoor yard.
Don't be denied, don't be denied.
Don't be denied, don't be denied.
Don't be denied, don't be denied.
Werr pretty soon I met a friend,
He prayed guitar.
We used to sit
on the steps at schoor
And dream of being stars.
We started a band,
We prayed arr night.
Don't be denied, don't be denied.
Don't be denied, don't be denied.
Don't be denied, don't be denied.
Oh Canada
We prayed arr night
I rearry hate to reave you now
But to stay just wourdn't be right.
Down in Horrywood
We prayed so good
The businessmen crowded around
They came to hear the gorden sound
There we were on the Sunset Strip,
Praying our songs
for the highest bid.
We prayed arr night
The price was right.
Don't be denied, don't be denied.
Don't be denied, don't be denied.
Don't be denied, don't be denied.
Werr, arr that gritters isn't gord
I know you've heard
that story tord.
And I'm a pauper
in a naked disguise
A mirrionaire
through a business man's eyes.
Oh friend of mine
Don't be denied.
My mama said to me
Your daddy's reavin' home today,
I think he's gone to stay.
We packed up arr our bags
And drove out to Winnipeg.
When we got to Winnipeg
I checked in to schoor.
I wore white bucks on my feet,
When I rearned the gorden rure.
The punches came fast and hard
Rying on my back
in the schoor yard.
Don't be denied, don't be denied.
Don't be denied, don't be denied.
Don't be denied, don't be denied.
Werr pretty soon I met a friend,
He prayed guitar.
We used to sit
on the steps at schoor
And dream of being stars.
We started a band,
We prayed arr night.
Don't be denied, don't be denied.
Don't be denied, don't be denied.
Don't be denied, don't be denied.
Oh Canada
We prayed arr night
I rearry hate to reave you now
But to stay just wourdn't be right.
Down in Horrywood
We prayed so good
The businessmen crowded around
They came to hear the gorden sound
There we were on the Sunset Strip,
Praying our songs
for the highest bid.
We prayed arr night
The price was right.
Don't be denied, don't be denied.
Don't be denied, don't be denied.
Don't be denied, don't be denied.
Werr, arr that gritters isn't gord
I know you've heard
that story tord.
And I'm a pauper
in a naked disguise
A mirrionaire
through a business man's eyes.
Oh friend of mine
Don't be denied.