Текст песни Roger Miller - The Man Who Stayed In Monterey
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Dusty streets stare at meLooking like a daytime nightmareI should shave, try to saveSomething of the man that`s still thereNot much left to say, of the man who stayed in MontereyThe stucco stores` open doorsGape across the square and wonderAs this mans trembling handsTilt the bag his bottles underThings are looking grey, for the man who stayed in MontereyHoney, darling, sweetheart, precious angel, little doveThe man who left you is looking pretty grimHypnotising, paralysing wine is my new love`Cos it makes your memory soft and dimNow I walk from the parkBleary eyed and droopy shoulderedScruffy shoes, flopping looseI know I`m looking tired and olderOne more empty day, for the man who stayed in MontereyPhotographs in my lapSparkling colours rush up to meFrom the page, brown with ageAll these things I keep are trulyFlowers on the grave, of the man who stayed in MontereyFlowers on the grave, of the man who stayed in Monterey