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Published on Feb 26, 2009
Lyrics are over here.. :)
Mama someday you'll be so proud of me You'll see me hangin in a New York gallery Someday I'm gonna drop from the left side of my brain People are gonna ask "Is it brilliant or plain?"
But as long as I don't know How to hang a Warhol I'll keep sketching birds That are all I've heard Very simple and true Like you know you do-do And if you like em yeah But if you don't it's not bad Cause I don't really care
Said Papa someday might write a symphony Forty-eight piece and all dressed up like me I say I'll write someday the satyrs of old songs I'm gonna chill the marrow in their bones
But as long as I can't get Into Carnagie Hall I'll keep writing them songs That are all my own Very simple and dumb Like I always have done And if you like em yeah But if you don't it's too bad Cause it's all I have
Ever since I met her I keep thinking "God,how great it is to play a guitar" This way I feel That she's always with me Cause every other song Telling me that this time Is about our love