 |
Doug and the Slugs Cognac and Bologna Soldier of Fortune Here comes another miscast Night of remembering when I had a definite grasp on That particular something Keeping my feet on the ground Solid shoe-shine style My name engraved on this silver flask You were my guide to a foreign land Pulling me through those deserted streets Was enough of a task for anybody else You had the touch, or so I thought There was anger behind the innocence I never noticed at all until that lesson been taught You had your reasons for leaving Mostly concerning me Who would've thought that by staying in one place I'd become a refugee In that maze of happiness Alas to admit that I was lost Getting fat off the land of a lover Who soon realized What I gave just wasn't worth the cost You rode your wagon south Left behind my city in flames A soldier of fortune sinking in The mud and mire Nobody else but myself to blame You had your reasons for leaving Mostly concerning me Oh, who would've thought that by staying in one place I'd become a refugee Oh, but that was some other time Distant just as far I made it through the rebellion A few minor bruises, a permanent limp and a major scar 'Cause there's never been another Lover with your amount of bite You've got the taste of retsina To warm my throat It kept me going through those October nights You had your reasons for leaving Mostly concerning me Who would've thought that by staying in one place I'd become a refugee |
Videos
|
Add
All lyrics are property and copyright of their owners. All lyrics provided for educational purposes only.
Copyright © 2007-2009 LyricWorld.com, LoiNhac.com
© 2009 lyricworld.com, loinhac.com are two of a family of companies in the LmVN Group.