Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Don't Be Crushed, artist - Hawksley Workman. Date of issue: 13.09.1999
Song language: English
Don't Be Crushed |
| You’re where all the poets go |
| You’re where all the ashes blow |
| You’re the kind of maker that makes the whole world come true |
| My baby she’s inside me now |
| I made her a place to settle down |
| It’s close to my heart |
| She likes the sound |
| Its twenty minutes out of town |
| Shoreline water breaking fast |
| In New York city, low on cash |
| Another week and you’ll be back |
| And you’ll be saying home at last |
| But don’t act broken |
| Even when you’re broken |
| Its just one of those things |
| Thank god you’re timeless |
| Cause my watch got stolen |
| It’s the good stuff that you bring |
| Don’t be crushed |
| This city will always bug you baby |
| I know for me it does the same |
| It’s pretty I suppose from inside a plane |
| That’s heading for another place |
| So wave and blow me one more kiss |
| You’re a dead-eye baby |
| You never miss |
| There’s not much else as sweet as this |
| I waved so hard I broke my wrist |
| But don’t act broken |
| Even when you’re broken |
| Its just one of those things |
| Thank god you’re timeless |
| Cause my watch got stolen |
| It’s the good stuff that you bring |
| Don’t be crushed |
| Don’t be crushed |