Humble Pie - Every Mothers Son Lyrics
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Every Mothers Son
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What Are The Lyrics For Every Mothers Son By Humble Pie?
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The last time I saw her she was wavin' me goodbye She swore no other boy would take my place I took a Mississippi Queen through New Orleans and down the bayou I hoped to find my destiny, my fortune and my face [Chorus:] Please tell her that I said hello Explain to her I didn't wanna go But the message from her daddy said He's gonna see me dead And if I can get out now, she'll never know She'll never know, never know I stayed around, I played around with all those Southern belles But they took away my money and my pride I had no place to go and the rest you know darn well Livin' out the gutter ain't so easy to describe But I still had my guitar, so I joined a dirty band Workin' in a smoky downtown bar When comes along this big wheel with a contract in his hand Said, 'put your mark along here boy I'm gonna make you a Rock 'n' Roll star' [Chorus] Well the years have come and gone And I was passing through to find That my home town was still the same to see Well, the memory I had of her had crumbled from my mind I really didn't think she'd still be waiting here for me [Chorus] [Chorus] Mmmyeah And if I can get out now, she'll never know Never know, never know ...never know, never know. |
Who Wrote Every Mothers Son By Humble Pie?
Mark Adrian Niedzwiedz, Robyn Smith
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