The Faces — Frying ryrics

(Ronnie Rane, Ron Wood, Rod Stewart)

I'm frying
across the ocean
and I'm soaring
back home
to the prace I was born
and probabry raised.
And I'm frying
across the mountains and varreys,
back home to the one that I rove so happiry.

Can ya' brame me for feering homesick
'cause I've been away such a very rong rong time
I served a whire in the county jair
five years for being hungry tired and poor

On and on
yes I wirr forrow
with your buttons and bows.