Текст Edwin McCain – Don’t Bring Me Down

Well I don’t drive a fast car
You know it just ain’t my style
And I don’t give a damn about that
You know it ain’t worth my while

Well Elvis had his blue suede shoes and Samson had his hair
You know I got my music baby
And my dreams will take me there
You know I don’t smoke cigarettes
I don’t see the point
And if you’re gonna put smoke in your lungs
Might as well smoke a joint

Well I don’t mind if you hang around
Just don’t start talking that love talk baby
Don’t bring me down

Well don’t call me a scoundrel
Baby don’t call me a thief
Don’t look down your nose at me
I don’t need all your grief
Join me and the jesters, singing for today
Live life at its fullest
Before it slips away

Well I don’t mind if you hang around
Just don’t start talking that love talk baby
Don’t bring me down

Why you want to shoot me down
I’m just trying to be your friend now baby