Sitting
by the window
Waiting
for the postman every morning
My
little blue friends are getting low
The
shakes are coming on without warning
Letters
from Tijuana don’t take that long
You
said that you’d be back in a while
It`s
been six months, what`s a man to do
Where
are you my love
Where
are you my love
Ten
grand of my cash to blow, El Farmacio’s ole face gonna glow
When
he see you walking through that door
Wheelchair
bound, but I’m good to go
As
soon as you come home from Mexico
And
its three times a day, that I write you Love Letters
But
they never come, they never come, from you
Maybe
it`s true what they say
That
I’m fool not to forget you
But
this fool waits, this fool waits,
In
vain…
Woke
up on the doorstep,
the
postman had some bills for me this morning
I
had a dream of you my love
A
dream of you my love
I
think you’re sister moved away, your Mama too, they didn’t say
Hope
they`re doing fine
So
I’m sitting here prayin` you`re coming soon
Got
a hot date with my favourite spoon
After
you that is, my love
And
its three times a day, that I write you Love Letters
But
they never come, they never come, from you
And
it`s true what they say
That
I’m a fool not to forget you
But
this fool waits, this fool waits,
In
vain.
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