David Soul - Silver Lady Lyrics
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Silver Lady
Silver Lady Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Silver Lady By David Soul?
Tired of drifting, searching, shifting
From town to town Everytime I slip and slide A little further down I can't blame you if you wont take me back After everything I put you through But honey you're me last hope And who else can I turn to? Come on Silver Lady take my word I won't run out on you again believe me Oh I've seen the light It's just one more night without you Here I am a million miles away from home The Indiana wind and rain cut through me I'm lost and alone Chilled to the bone Silver lady Double talkers and back street walkers In every turn Seedy motels and no star hotels Still I had to learn That the one shining thing in my life Was the sweet love I had with you And honey your my last hope And who else can I turn to? Come on Silver Lady take my word I won't run out on you again believe me Oh I've seen the light It's just one more night without you Here I am a million miles away from home The Indiana wind and rain cut through me I'm lost and alone Chilled to the bone Silver lady Can't you find it in you to forgive me 'Cause here I am a million miles away from home The Indiana wind and rain cut through me I'm lost and alone Chilled to the bone Silver lady Come on Silver Lady take my word I won't run out on you again believe me Oh I've seen the light It's just one more night without you |
Who Wrote Silver Lady By David Soul?
Geoffrey Stephens, Tony Macaulay
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