I
sit here, you sit there
© 1966 by Jim Andris
I sit here, you sit there.
I can tell you think that it's wrong.
Do I get in your hair?
Well, girl, I won't be here for long.
Yes, I'm tired of hangin' around,
Loosin' my ground.
I'm gonna' sound off.
Gonna' lay the facts bare
This is one place I don't belong.
Gonna' give you the drop;
You can't blame a snake when he bites.
Gonna' head for the top.
Should have been there sooner by rights.
All my friends are holdin' me down.
Leavin' this town.
Takin' this frown off,
And I ain't gonna' stop
'Til they put my name up in lights.
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