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
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
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Other Album Tracks
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.