Dying With A Smile Songtext
If I could choose
I'd take off my working boots
For a chair
And a guitar nice enough
To hold its tune
And get high
For sure
And get by
With easiness and comfort
I'd take off my working boots
For a chair
And a guitar nice enough
To hold its tune
And get high
For sure
And get by
With easiness and comfort
With a cup
I can fill with what I want
And a girl
That she's fine with me not
Doing much at all
And get high
When I want
And get by
With no troubles at all
Cruising down the easy lane
Walking a happy mile
When my day comes
I'll be dying
With a smile
Get out of bed
At whatever time I please
Wake up slow With the birds chirping outside
My window
Singing high
Tones of beauty
Getting by
The way they're meant to bе
I could stare
Into the distance just for fun
Just to see
Whеre my mind can go in unbroken
Chains of thought
And get high
On the world
And get by
Better than I deserve
Cruising down the easy lane
Walking a happy mile
When my day comes
I'll be dying
With a smile
If I could choose
I'd take off my working boots
I can fill with what I want
And a girl
That she's fine with me not
Doing much at all
And get high
When I want
And get by
With no troubles at all
Cruising down the easy lane
Walking a happy mile
When my day comes
I'll be dying
With a smile
Get out of bed
At whatever time I please
Wake up slow With the birds chirping outside
My window
Singing high
Tones of beauty
Getting by
The way they're meant to bе
I could stare
Into the distance just for fun
Just to see
Whеre my mind can go in unbroken
Chains of thought
And get high
On the world
And get by
Better than I deserve
Cruising down the easy lane
Walking a happy mile
When my day comes
I'll be dying
With a smile
If I could choose
I'd take off my working boots
