One of these days,
I'm gonna sit down and write
a long letter
To all the good friends I've
known
One of these days, one of
these days, one of these days,
And it won't be long, it won't
be long.
And I'm gonna thank,
That old country fiddler
And all those rough boys
Who play that rock 'n' roll
I never tried to burn any
bridges
Though I know I let some good
things go.
One of these days,
I'm gonna sit down and write
a long letter
To all the good friends I've
known
One of these days, one of
these days, one of these days,
And it won't be long, it won't
be long.
From down in L.A.
All the way to Nashville,
From New York City
To my Canadian prairie home
My friends are scattered
Like leaves from an old maple.
Some are weak, some are strong.
One of these days,
I'm gonna sit down and write
a long letter
To all the good friends I've
known
One of these days, one of
these days, one of these days,
And it won't be long, it won't
be long.
One of these days, one of these
days, one of these days,
And it won't be long, it won't
be long.
Marco Giunco |
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