Dave Alvin - The Man in the Bed Lyrics

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The Man in the Bed

The Man in the Bed Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For The Man in the Bed By Dave Alvin?
The man in the bed isn't me
Now I slipped out the door and I'm runnin' free Young and wild like I'll always be But the man in the bed isn't me And these tremblin' hands, they're not mine Now my hands are strong and steady all the time They can swing a sledge hammer or soothe a baby that's cryin' These trembling hands, they're not mine Now the nurse over there doesn't know That I ain't some helpless old so-and-so I could have broken her heart not that long ago Now the nurse over there doesn't know That the man in the bed isn't me 'Cause I slipped out the door and I'm runnin' free Young and wild like I'll always be The man in the bed isn't me I'm the man I've always been I'm the kid who rode the rails through the Great Depression I fought in the big war and marched for the Union I'm the man I've always been So don't believe what the doctors say They're just makin' things up so they can get paid Yeah, and it ain't me they're talkin' about anyway So don't believe what the doctors say 'Cause the man in the bed isn't me Well I slipped out the door and I'm finally free Young and wild like I'll always be No the man in the bed isn't me No the man in the bed isn't me No the man in the bed isn't me |
Who Wrote The Man in the Bed By Dave Alvin?
Dave Alvin
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What's The Duration Of The The Man in the Bed By Dave Alvin?The duration of The Man in the Bed is 4:28 minutes and seconds. |
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