歌词
Well I've got a lot, lord,
I've got a lot of losing,
friends and heroes packing up and moving,
One of these days I'll be left with nothing
but memories and old time
So I better get accustomed,
cause I've got a lot, lord,
I got a lot of losing by and by...
We never got paid but we had a lot of laughs,
Running like thieves through the streets of Chicago
Look at me I'm leaning out apartment windows
singing 'I still miss someone'
And I better get accustomed, cause I've got a lot,
lord, I got a lot of losing by and by...
lord, I got a lot of losing by and by...
Picking up speed, picking up the pieces,
Losing leaves in every season,
But the winter ends right at my feet
with flowers peeping up
through a crack in the concrete
Well I've got a lot, lord,
I've got a lot of losing,
friends and heroes packing up and moving,
One of these days I'll be left with nothing
but memories and old time
So I better get accustomed,
cause I've got a lot, lord,
I got a lot of losing by and by...
Picking up speed, picking up the pieces,
Losing leaves in every season,
But the winter ends right at my feet
with flowers peeping up
through a crack in the concrete
Well I've got a lot, lord,
I've got a lot of losing,
friends and heroes packing up and moving,
One of these days I'll be left with nothing
but memories and old time
So I better get accustomed,
cause I've got a lot, lord,
I got a lot of losing by and by...