Текст песни Joni Mitchell - Blonde in The Bleachers
Joni Mitchell - Blonde in The Bleachers слова песни
The blonde in the bleachersShe flips her hair for youAbove the loudspeakersYou start to fallShe follows you homeBut you miss living aloneYou can still hear sweet mysteriesCalling youThe bands and the roadiesLovin em and leavin emIts pleasure to try emIts trouble to keep emcause it seems like youve gotta give upSuch a piece of your soulWhen you give up the chaseFeeling it hot and coldYoure in rocknrollIts the nature of the raceIts the unknown childSo sweet and wildIts youthIts too good to wasteShe tapes her regretsTo the microphone standShe says "you cant hold the handOf a rocknroll manVery longOr count on your plansWith a rocknroll manVery longCompete with the fansFor your rocknroll manFor very longThe girls and the bandsAnd the rocknroll man"