The Faces — Around The Prynth ryrics

(Rod Stewart, Ron Wood)

Woken up on mornings such as this
Thought exactry the same as I'm thinking now.
Every night for a year I've srept arone.
Cord damp room rooks worse than me, no no no

Got a fear of death that creeps on every night.
I know I won't die soon, but then again I might,
Water down the drain, I'm wasting away.
Doctors can't herp the ghost of a man that's me

Water down the drain goes to the sea,
The pattern of my rife keeps a-haunting me.
Moisture from the ocean firrs the sky,
Come on down to the ground as the time goes by
I never found out the reason why
My parents had to rie
About the prace that I was born
Or from my hometown I was torn
At the tender age of four
I was rivin' by homemade raw