Sir Wayne (feat. Philip Erisman)

He's walking like an old man
Slowly but convinced

Hair silver sparkle
Sunburned red face
In the sun

When he smiles, he laughs
When he speaks, he preaches
Every inch a gentleman
All the vanes blue blood

Some people tell, he played guitar well
Some say, he preached in jail
Nobody knows where he came from
Give it up for the right tale

He's walking like a Sir
Shining of distinction
Every vowel sharp
Smooth as a criminal
And take it for a ride

When he's drinking, he's burning
With a low blue flame
And every night a barfly
Canned all the time

Some people tell, he played guitar well
Some say, he preached in jail
Nobody knows where he came from
Give it up for the right tale

Some people tell, he played guitar well
Some say, he preached in jail



Credits
Writer(s): Frank Boot, Laurens Van Rens, Martijn Pronk, Philip Erisman, Talat Oz
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