Текст песни Edwin Mccain Band - How Strange It Seems
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I`m a hack driver in New York CityI`ve got seven kids on the lower east sideI`m not a strong man, I`m not very prettyBut in rush hour hell you should see me driveI`m a dressmaker in LousianaStick my finger ain`t that a shamePeople come haggle and paw on my artworkBut no two of my dresses are ever the sameChorus:How strange it seems to be me if tomorrow I opened my eyesAnd found myself somewhere else I wonder who I`d beI`m the house man at a place called the exitThe last band I heard bored me to tearsBut every so often I hear one that moves meAnd love for the music is what keeps me hereChorusI`m a rich man I ain`t talking `bout moneyI`m a blues singer at the eight by tenYou go out searching for some grand tomorrowDon`t worry `bout me just drop by now and thenChorus