America - Tin man - 1974 HQ




Lyrics


Sometimes late

When things are real

And people share the gift of gab

Between themselves


Some are quick

To take the bait

And catch the perfect prize

That waits among the shelves


But Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man

That he didn't, didn't already have

And cause never was the reason for the evening

Or the tropic of Sir Galahad


So please believe in me

When I say I'm spinning 'round, 'round, 'round, 'round

Smoke glass stain'd bright colors

Image going down, down, down, down

Soapsud green like bubbles


Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man

That he didn't, didn't already have

And cause never was the reason for the evening

Or the tropic of Sir Galahad


So please

Believe in me

When I say I'm spinning' round, 'round, 'round, 'round

Smoke glass stain'd bright colors

Image going down, down, down, down

Soapsud green like bubbles


No, Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man

That he didn't, didn't already have

And cause never was the reason for the evening

Or the tropic of Sir Galahad


So please believe in me




Songwriters: Dewey Bunnell

Tin Man lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc




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