Альбом Gary Moore

Listen to me woman,
I just think it's a sin.
I know you hear me knockin',
But you won't let me in.
Might be fine for you
Just to keep me hangin' round.
But if you don't open up this door,
I'm gonna kick it down.

Sometimes I feel like
I'm back on the streets again.
Sometimes I feel like
There's nowhere to go.
Sometimes I feel like
I'm back on the streets again.

Listen,
You've been towing me to shore
For much too long.
But now I'm gonna pull you back
To where you belong.
Might be fine for you
Just to keep me hangin' round.
But if you don't open up this door,
I'm gonna kick it down.

Sometimes I feel like
I'm back on the streets again.
Sometimes I feel like
There's nowhere to go.
Sometimes I feel like
I'm back on the streets again.
Sometimes it's the only place that I know,
That I know.

Sometimes I feel like
I'm back on the streets again.
Sometimes I feel like
There's no place to go.
Sometimes I feel like
I'm back on the streets again.
Sometimes it's the only place that I know.

Sometimes I feel like
I'm back on the streets again.
Sometimes I feel like
There's no place to go.
Sometimes I feel like
I'm back on the streets again.
Sometimes it's the only place that I know.

Only place that I know, yeah.

There's a new sensation
Playin' across the nation.
Just don't care, they just don't care.
They'll eat your heart out
Before you start out.
Just don't care, they just don't care.

Every dog will have its own way.
Throw out the old, bring in the new, they say.
Every dog will have its new day.
Just don't care, just don't care.

Fanatical fascists with Italian mustaches
Just don't care, they just don't care.
They'll beat your brains in
So stop your complainin'.
Just don't care, they just don't care.

Your heart is leaning to the left,
But your hand in your pocket
It leads you to the right.
Your heart is leaning to the left,
But the fight is tonight.
(The fight's tonight.)

Oh-no-no, oh-no-no.
Oh-no-no, oh-no-no.
Oh-no-no, oh-no-no.
Oh-no-no-no-no-no (oh-no-no, oh-no-no).

They just don't care, just don't care.
(Just don't) just don't care.
(Just don't) said they just don't care.
(Just don't) just don't care.
(Just don't) just don't care.

(Just don't.)
(Just don't.)
(Just don't.)
(Just don't.)

(Just don't) just don't care.
(Just don't) just don't care.
(Just don't) I said they just don't care.
(Just dont't).

One-two-three.

Don't believe me if I tell you,
Not a word of this is true.
Don't believe me if I tell you,
Especially if I tell you that I'm in love with you.

Don't believe me if I tell you
That I wrote this song for you.
There just might be some other silly, pretty girl
I'm singing it to.

Don't believe a word,
'cause words are only spoken.
And a heart is like a promise,
Meant to be broken.

Don't believe a word,
For words can tell lies.
And lies are no comfort
When there's tears in your eyes.

Don't believe me if I tell you,
Not a word of this is true.
Don't believe me if I tell you,
Especially if I tell you that I'm in love with you.

Don't believe a word.
Lord, don't believe a word.
Don't believe me, don't believe me.
Oh, not a single word.
Oh, yeah.

As I sit here and play
My spanish guitar
Underneath the stars,
It passes the time away.
Each note I play
Is a memory of Spain,
The melodies they take me back there again

[guitar]

So as I sit here and play
On my old spanish guitar,
Each note I play
Just sails away.
And it brings me closer
To that spanish senorita.
Oh, she's so far away.

[guitar]

As I sit here and play
Underneath the stars,
It passes the time away
And brings me closer
To my spanish holiday.

[guitar solo until fade]

I remember Paris in 49,
The Champs Elysee,
Sat there drinking old Beaujolais wine.
And I recall that you were mine,
In those Parisienne days.

Looking back at the photographs,
Those summer days spent outside corner cafes.
Oh, I could write you paragraphs
About my old Parisienne days...

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As I sit here and play
My spanish guitar
Underneath the stars,
It passes the time away.
Each note I play
Is a memory of Spain,
The melodies they take me back there again

[guitar]

So as I sit here and play
On my old spanish guitar,
Each note I play
Just sails away.
And it brings me closer
To that spanish senorita.
Oh, she's so far away.

[guitar]

As I sit here and play
Underneath the stars,
It passes the time away
And brings me closer
To my spanish holiday.

[guitar solo until fade]

As I sit here and play
My spanish guitar
Underneath the stars,
It passes the time away.
Each note I play
Is a memory of Spain,
The melodies they take me back there again

[guitar]

So as I sit here and play
On my old spanish guitar,
Each note I play
Just sails away.
And it brings me closer
To that spanish senorita.
Oh, she's so far away.

[guitar]

As I sit here and play
Underneath the stars,
It passes the time away
And brings me closer
To my spanish holiday.

[guitar solo until fade]