He Dreams of a Straw House
Here sitting in a yellow cab
The radio is playing and I can’t hear a thing
The smoke fills my lungs from the cigar smoke
The doctor says its killing me each day
I am not a man of many hands
I only have two
Not to pun, but I am not a lucky man
My eyes are green
But...
He Dreams of a Straw House
Here sitting in a yellow cab
The radio is playing and I can’t hear a thing
The smoke fills my lungs from the cigar smoke
The doctor says its killing me each day
I am not a man of many hands
I only have two
Not to pun, but I am not a lucky man
My eyes are green
But...