Over You with Bob Pickens vocal
No band...just me, an elderly Roland and a couple of guitars.
Lyrics
Over You
Friday I left Illinois with my box of rags and dreams
Drivin’ down a cold highway and nobody told me
That I’d see your face in every cloud and in every passing scene
There ain’t no gettin’ away from you girl, no gettin’ over…
And I say a little prayer
That the city will free me
But I see you everywhere
There ain’t no getting over you, over you
So I think I’ll hit the road again, just can’t settle down
Think I’ll go to San Antone where nobody knows me
But I may as well try n’ run from the sky, like some pathetic clown
You’ve made your home inside my head, you live in my soul babe,
And I say a little prayer
That the city will free me
But I see you everywhere
There ain’t no getting over you, over you
And I say a little prayer
That the city will free me
But I see you everywhere
There ain’t no getting over you, over you
© 2007
