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Apartment 21 Lyrics By Bobbie Gentry

    rain on my sunday shoes
    pick up the daily news
    looks like tomorrows blues
    but its better than none

    call on the telephone
    knowin’ that he’s not home
    i’ll put on the rollin’ stones
    and i can have me some fun

    start up a flight of stairs
    stand up and comb your hair
    try not to change things
    more than you can withstand

    get into something new
    that’s made for a year or two
    pick up the pieces
    where you think they might land

    everyday goes
    another days gone
    hate to say so but i’m getting older
    day by day

    take off all your clothes
    stand up and wipe your nose
    cry for your daddy
    who died so long ago

    jump on another plane
    today it’s all the same
    you can catch me in boston
    ’cause that’s how it goes

    i’m here in apartment
    stop by and have some fun
    say how ya doin’ ya old son of a gun

    look at a photograph
    lord don’t it make you laugh
    for all these changes
    what have you done

    la la la la la la la la la la
    lla la la la la la la la la la la
    la la la la la la la la la la
    la la la la la la la la la la la

    sit down and write a song
    wait till the days grow long
    and wait fir the autumn wind
    to blow me away

    la la la la la la la la la la
    lla la la la la la la la la la la
    la la la la la la la la la la
    la la la la la la la la la la la
    repeat

    Artist: Bobbie Gentry

    Year: 1970

    Decade: 70s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 192