Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tugboats, artist - The Brother Brothers. Date of issue: 09.01.2017
Song language: English
Tugboats |
| Go down a ways, I’m loaded as hell |
| Too drunk to ride home, that’s easy to tell |
| So I walk to the train, works just as well |
| Might do some good to sit down for a spell |
| She was no angel nor was she a diamond |
| But sure she was perfect for a place and time |
| No I can’t say she loved me, I can’t say I was her only |
| But what I know now is that she’s doin' fine |
| I’m tired of love |
| I’m tired of the little things |
| Who are you to blame? |
| I’m tired of paying |
| My dues like they’re taxes |
| Who are you to blame? |
| Tell you about a hill under the Brooklyn Bridge |
| I tend to end up down there with a case of the spins |
| See it’s always in the mornin' just before the sun breaks |
| There’s something about the tugboats when the hour’s late |
| You see tugboats don’t get tired they just have to go slow |
| But ain’t that the way you pull a heavy load? |
| Yeah they purr and they putter, that’s what they’re made to do |
| Down and ahead until the labor’s through |
| I’m tired of love |
| I’m tired of the little things |
| Who are you to blame? |
| I’m tired of paying |
| My dues like they’re taxes |
| Who are you to blame? |