When You're All Dressed Up And No Place To Go 1914
When the lights shine bright o'er the town at night,And it's laughter, wine, and song,Life is one delight if you stand in rightBut it's fierce when you stand in wrong.Though your soul may cry for the life on high,And your coin you would gladly blow,'Tis a bitter cup to be all dressed upWhen you've no place at all to go.When you're all dressed up and no place to go,Life seems weary, dreary, and slow.My heart has ached and bled for the tears I've shed,When I've no place to go unless I went back to bed.https://youtu.be/nRiZpOi9dVU
Ben Gemmingen ● 2070d5 Comments