Fleetwood Mac - Boston

Oh Well!

I can't help about the shape I'm in
I can't sing, I ain't pretty and my legs are thin
But don't ask me what I think of you
I might not give the answer that you want me to
Oh well

Now when I talked to God I knew he'd understand
He said, "Sit by me, and I'll be your guiding hand"
But don't ask me what I think of you
I might not give the answer that you want me to
Oh well

This next one
Is just as much your member as it is ours
It's one of our sad case, sad case of our drummer Mac Fleetwood
Having to go two years ladies and gentlemen
Two years without a little bit of you know which
Two years, he went without it and during that time
He did indulge in a bit of self-styled psychedelic hand shaking
I'm sure all the men would appreciate that it does always seem to come down to a time
When you've got to do the rattlesnake shake

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Writer(s): Peter Alan Green
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