Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song T. B. Sheets, artist - Van Morrison. Album song Blowin' Your Mind!, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 14.09.1998
Record label: Revolver
Song language: English
T. B. Sheets |
Now listen, Julie baby |
It ain’t natural for you to cry in the midnight |
Ain’t natural for you to cry way into midnight through |
Until the wee small hours long 'fore the break of dawn |
Oh Lord |
Now Julie, an' there ain’t nothin' on my mind |
More further 'way than what you’re lookin' for |
I see the way you jumped at me, Lord, from behind the door |
And looked into my eyes |
Your little star struck innuendos |
Inadequacies an' foreign bodies |
And the sunlight shining through the crack in the window pane |
Numbs my brain |
And the sunlight shining through the crack in the window pane |
Numbs my brain, oh Lord |
So open up the window and let me breathe |
I said, open up the window and let me breathe |
I’m looking down to the street below, Lord, I cried for you |
I cried, I cried for you, oh Lord |
The cool room, Lord is a fool’s room |
The cool room, Lord is a fool’s room |
And I can almost smell your T.B. |
sheets |
And I can almost smell your T.B. |
sheets |
On your sick bed |
I gotta go, I gotta go |
And you said, «Please stay, I wanna, I wanna |
I wanna drink of water, I wanna drink of water |
Go in the kitchen get me a drink of water» |
I said, «I gotta go, I gotta go, baby» |
I said, «I'll send, I’ll send somebody around later |
You know we got John comin' around here later |
With a bottle of wine for you, baby, but I gotta go» |
The cool room, Lord is a fool’s room |
The cool room, Lord, Lord is a fool’s room, a fool’s room |
And I can almost smell your T.B. |
sheets |
I can almost smell your T.B. |
sheets, T. B |
I gotta go |
I’ll send around, send around one that grumbles later on, babe |
See what I can pick up for you, you know that |
Yeah, I got a few things gotta do |
Don’t worry about it, don’t worry about it, don’t worry |
Go, go, go, I’ve gotta go, gotta go, gotta, gotta go |
Gotta go, gotta go, all right, all right |
I turned on the radio |
If you wanna hear a few tunes, I’ll turn on the radio for you |
There you go, there you go, there you go baby, there you go |
You’ll be all right, too, yeah |
I know it ain’t funny, it ain’t runny at all, baby |
Always laying in the cool room, man, laying in the cool room |