Edwin Mccain - How Strange It Seems текст песни

Im a hack driver in new york city

Ive got seven kids on the lower east side

Im not a strong man, Im not very pretty

But in rush hour hell you should see me drive

Im a dressmaker in louisiana

Stick my finger aint that a shame

People come to haggle and paw on my artwork

But no two of my dresses are ever the same

How strange it seems to be me

If tomorrow I opened my eyes

And found myself somewhere else

I wonder who Id be

Im the house man at a place called the exit

The last band I heard bored me to tears

But every so often I hear one that moves me

Love for the music is what keeps me here

How strange it seems to be me

I f tomorrow I opened my eyes

And found myself somewhere else

I wonder who Id be

Im a rich man

I aint talking bout money

Im blues singer at the eight by ten

You go out searching for some grand tomorrow

Dont worry bout me just drop by now and then

How strange it seems to be me

I f tomorrow I opened my eyes

And found myself somewhere else

I wonder who Id be