Quarters
๐ต 370 characters
โฑ๏ธ 2:50 duration
๐ ID: 1219003
๐ Lyrics
I travel where you worked
Was cold and dark as a cavern
You kept quarters in your shirt
But I never could just have them
You always made me sweep around every flying floozy
Under booths and bums asleep
Waking up, they'd ask you, "Who's he?"
Behind a glass without a glance
"My daughter's boy," you would say
Well, I stood there in a trance
Listening to the jukebox play
Was cold and dark as a cavern
You kept quarters in your shirt
But I never could just have them
You always made me sweep around every flying floozy
Under booths and bums asleep
Waking up, they'd ask you, "Who's he?"
Behind a glass without a glance
"My daughter's boy," you would say
Well, I stood there in a trance
Listening to the jukebox play
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:07.40] I travel where you worked
[00:13.49] Was cold and dark as a cavern
[00:19.75] You kept quarters in your shirt
[00:24.98] But I never could just have them
[00:32.79] You always made me sweep around every flying floozy
[00:42.25] Under booths and bums asleep
[00:47.44] Waking up, they'd ask you, "Who's he?"
[00:57.14] Behind a glass without a glance
[01:01.84] "My daughter's boy," you would say
[01:06.84] Well, I stood there in a trance
[01:11.88] Listening to the jukebox play
[02:48.84]
[00:13.49] Was cold and dark as a cavern
[00:19.75] You kept quarters in your shirt
[00:24.98] But I never could just have them
[00:32.79] You always made me sweep around every flying floozy
[00:42.25] Under booths and bums asleep
[00:47.44] Waking up, they'd ask you, "Who's he?"
[00:57.14] Behind a glass without a glance
[01:01.84] "My daughter's boy," you would say
[01:06.84] Well, I stood there in a trance
[01:11.88] Listening to the jukebox play
[02:48.84]