Robert Coleman Trussell: Music

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Round and Round
Music & lyrics by Robert Coleman Trussell
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Well, it's 2 a.m. in Kentucky
The bottle's almost dry
The ashtray's overflowing
Time to watch a grown man cry
Well, they're rocking down in Dixie
They're rocking in D.C.
But here's a man with a soulful question
What the hell happened to me

I'm turning round round round
I'm turning round round round
I'm turning round round round, sweet mama
Round round round

Well, sometimes love ain't lastin'
Sometimes it just goes wrong
Sometimes a man gets desperate
Like a fool in a rock-n-roll song
Sometimes he takes to drinking
Sometimes he buys a gun
Sometimes he burns his eyes out
Staring at the sun

He's turning round round round

Well, maybe I should've been a statue, mama
Without a heart or brain
Never get desperate nor hungry
Never feel any of this miserable pain
Oh maybe I should've been a planet, mama
Somewhere in the sky
Just watching the universe expand, baby
Watching old time & space roll by

I'd be turning
I'd be turning
I'd be turning
Oh mama
Turning round and round