I put a bet on with a bookie
For the race they put on over
in Kentucky.
It's lovely at this time of
year, so they say,
And I've got to get away.
Chorus
I'm
a dreamer, and you know
I'm
a schemer with an eye for a show.
It's
my imagination when I get low,
And
the truth is I don't think I'll ever go.
When the music's playing, that's
when it changes,
And no longer do we seen like
total strangers.
It's all those words which
always get in the way
Of what you want to say.
When I wake up in the morning
I think it only fair to give
you warning
I probably won't go away,
I'll more than likely stay.
(Chorus)
(Copyright © 1977 Jardiniere Music)
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