Текст песни Edwin Mccain - How Strange It Seems
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Im a hack driver in new york cityIve got seven kids on the lower east sideIm not a strong man, Im not very prettyBut in rush hour hell you should see me driveIm a dressmaker in louisianaStick my finger aint that a shamePeople come to haggle and paw on my artworkBut no two of my dresses are ever the sameHow strange it seems to be meIf tomorrow I opened my eyesAnd found myself somewhere elseI wonder who Id beIm 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 meLove for the music is what keeps me hereHow strange it seems to be meI f tomorrow I opened my eyesAnd found myself somewhere elseI wonder who Id beIm a rich manI aint talking bout moneyIm blues singer at the eight by tenYou go out searching for some grand tomorrowDont worry bout me just drop by now and thenHow strange it seems to be meI f tomorrow I opened my eyesAnd found myself somewhere elseI wonder who Id be