Morning sunshine through the curtainThrows a Rorschach on my wallWaking up wide asleepI try unraveling it allBy all rights I should be deadFrom this bullet hole in my headOddly enough I seem to be aliveGreatly dismayed I discoverThat the feel under the coversWith the red toe walksCan possibly be mine.Won't somebody help me?You've got to help meBecause wine and too much wineAnd a female friend of mineRode a Mustang through my mind last night.It was a Saturday, I don't matter dayWe were drinking at the old Red LogAnd another and anotherWith my long lost brother'Til the room began to fogThen a fine looking woman walked byLooked me in the eyeHeaved a sigh and took me by surpriseI said: 'sit down and take your placeOf my long lost brother ace'Who had just caved inAnd passed out on the floor.Won't somebody help me?...
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Kenneth Donald Rogers (Houston, Texas; 21 de agosto de 1938-Sandy Springs, Georgia; 20 de marzo de 2020), conocido como Kenny Rogers, fue un cantautor y actor estadounidense, considerado una leyenda de la música country. Vendió más de 100 millones de discos…
