Letras:
Lynn Anderson Golden Classics Edition

I beg your pardon, I never promised you a rose garden. Along with the sunshine, There's gotta be a little rain sometimes. When you take, you gotta give

Well I woke up Sunday morning with no way to hold my head that didn't hurt And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad so I had one more for desert Then

People see us everywhere they all think you really care But myself I can't deceive oh I know it's only make believe My one and only prayer is that some

I guess the excitement of keeping a secret the pleasure of playing a game Made us scheme made us plan to erase the middleman But now somehow things aren

See the way he smiles and flirts behind him he's left miles of hurt I wonder just how many hearts he's told he would stay He wants a thrill and nothing

hey boy, what ya doin' down there? dancin' alone every night while i live right above you i can hear your music playin' i can see your body swayin' one

Take the ribbon from my hair shake it loose and let it fall Laying soft against your skin like the shadows on the wall Come and lay down by my side till

Put your hand in the hand of the man who stilled the water Put your hand in the hand of the man who calmed the sea Take a look at yourself and you can

You're watching the clock that hangs on the wall your hand is on the telephone And it seems that you're waiting for a knock on the door And I might as