Cool Out Son

Listen, people listen
Listen, now

Son, don't put your hat
Where you can't reach it
It doesn't make no sense

Good things come
For those who work hard for it
Adjust yourself
To the life you can afford to live

The road to the top
Is long and winding
A foolish dog
Barks at the flyin' bird

Patient man ride donkey
Patient man ride donkey

So, cool out son
Cool out son

You have to creep
Before you walk
Where there is life
There is hope

So, cool out son

Son, don't put your hat
Where you can't reach it
It doesn't make no sense

Good things come
For those who work hard for it
Adjust yourself
To the life you can afford to live

The road to the top
Is long and winding
A foolish dog
Barks at the flyin' bird

Patient man ride donkey
Patient man ride donkey

So, cool out son
Cool out son

You have to creep
Before you walk
Where there is life
There is hope

So, cool out son

Son, don't put your hat
Where you can't reach it
It doesn't make no sense

Good things come
For those who work hard for it
Adjust yourself
To the life you can afford to live

The road to the top
Is long and winding
A foolish dog
Barks at the flyin' bird

Patient man ride donkey
Patient man ride donkey

So, cool out son
Cool out son

So, cool out son
Cool out son



Credits
Writer(s): Joel Gibson
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