Steve Forbert - It Doesn't Matter Much Lyrics
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It Doesn't Matter Much
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What Are The Lyrics For It Doesn't Matter Much By Steve Forbert?
I cover ground and
Get around a lot these days And I meet a lotta people, too An' if it takes a broken heart To know one, well, I'm seein' lotsa shades of blue (shades of blue) The wealthy part of town Done got the Yuletide bug And the decoration store does fine But sometimes on a dark and Country backwoods road I pass a little shack that shines (shack that shines) It doesn't matter much What kind of house you got As long as it's a happy home Or if your lover's love Ain't burnin' blue flame hot As long as you don't feel alone (feel alone) What kind of house you got Won't make it real or not What kind of car you drive Won't keep your love alive What kind of house you got Won't make it real or not What kind of car you drive Won't keep your love alive The stairway up to heaven's Made of rough hewn boards And Christ is on a hard nail throne I wonder, stuck in traffic with a low fuel light, If there's time to change the road we're on (road we're on) It doesn't matter much What kind of house you got As long as it's a happy home Or if your lover's love Ain't burnin' blue flame hot As long as you don't feel alone It doesn't matter much What kind of house you got As long as it's a happy home Or if your lover's love Ain't burnin' blue flame hot As long as you don't feel alone (feel alone) |
Who Wrote It Doesn't Matter Much By Steve Forbert?
Steve Forbert
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What's The Duration Of The It Doesn't Matter Much By Steve Forbert?The duration of It Doesn't Matter Much is 3:06 minutes and seconds. |
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