Exile
Baby I want to know again
How it feels to have a garden
Big ol' house, filled with things
Cold breeze blowing through my garments
Runnin' around with my grandkids
Making breakfast in the mornin'
I don't know no time
I just know Sunday mornings
Uh, I'm flying around in my car
Uh and I don't know what was
Feel again the green of the grass
Learn from the past and don't think about what's next
I do what I want like Pipi
So where the fuck's my Mrs. Hippie
Baby I want to know again
How it feels to have a garden
Big ol' house, filled with things
Cold breeze blowing through my garments
Runnin' around with my grandkids
Making breakfast in the mornin'
I don't know no time
I just know Sunday mornings
And these big blue eyes kept me alive
And these big blue eyes kept me alive
Baby I want to know again
How it feels to have a garden
Big ol' house, filled with things
Cold breeze blowing through my garments
Runnin' around with my grandkids
Making breakfast in the mornin'
I don't know no time
I just know Sunday mornings
Uh, I keep my cash in a jar
Uh, I'm buying cheese from bazaars
My skins getting old but I'm shinin' bright
I want to spend my whole life in exile
I don't want to make it just to sixty
The answer is fifty plus fifty
Baby I want to know again
How it feels to have a garden
Big ol' house, filled with things
Cold breeze blowing through my garments
Runnin' around with my grandkids
Making breakfast in the mornin'
I don't know no time
I just know Sunday mornings
How it feels to have a garden
Big ol' house, filled with things
Cold breeze blowing through my garments
Runnin' around with my grandkids
Making breakfast in the mornin'
I don't know no time
I just know Sunday mornings
Uh, I'm flying around in my car
Uh and I don't know what was
Feel again the green of the grass
Learn from the past and don't think about what's next
I do what I want like Pipi
So where the fuck's my Mrs. Hippie
Baby I want to know again
How it feels to have a garden
Big ol' house, filled with things
Cold breeze blowing through my garments
Runnin' around with my grandkids
Making breakfast in the mornin'
I don't know no time
I just know Sunday mornings
And these big blue eyes kept me alive
And these big blue eyes kept me alive
Baby I want to know again
How it feels to have a garden
Big ol' house, filled with things
Cold breeze blowing through my garments
Runnin' around with my grandkids
Making breakfast in the mornin'
I don't know no time
I just know Sunday mornings
Uh, I keep my cash in a jar
Uh, I'm buying cheese from bazaars
My skins getting old but I'm shinin' bright
I want to spend my whole life in exile
I don't want to make it just to sixty
The answer is fifty plus fifty
Baby I want to know again
How it feels to have a garden
Big ol' house, filled with things
Cold breeze blowing through my garments
Runnin' around with my grandkids
Making breakfast in the mornin'
I don't know no time
I just know Sunday mornings
Credits
Writer(s): Frederick Koch
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