
Me I’m Feeling the Same Guy Clark
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[Verse 1]
Hooray for the drinking warm red wine
On a day both bright and fair
Hooray for the laying and playing a tune
On the sunlight through your hair, your hair
The sunlight through your hair
Well, I wish that I was a fiddle bow
Flying across the strings
And you've taking me at hand these days
By making that fiddle sing to you
Making that fiddle sing
[Chorus]
I want to be felling that feeling good
I want to be feeling no pain
I want to be feeling my love, love me
Me, I'm feeling the same, the same
Me, I'm feeling the same
[Verse 2]
Now you looking like the morning side
Of the best day I've ever seen
You looking like hope to a hopeless fool
Like the end of an old bad dream, I mean
That it must've been an old bad dream
So, let's go sailing from shore to sea
On a ship both fair and fine
And we'll run and holler before the wind
To begin no wearing time, oh time
With a fiddle and that wine
Hooray for the drinking warm red wine
On a day both bright and fair
Hooray for the laying and playing a tune
On the sunlight through your hair, your hair
The sunlight through your hair
Well, I wish that I was a fiddle bow
Flying across the strings
And you've taking me at hand these days
By making that fiddle sing to you
Making that fiddle sing
[Chorus]
I want to be felling that feeling good
I want to be feeling no pain
I want to be feeling my love, love me
Me, I'm feeling the same, the same
Me, I'm feeling the same
[Verse 2]
Now you looking like the morning side
Of the best day I've ever seen
You looking like hope to a hopeless fool
Like the end of an old bad dream, I mean
That it must've been an old bad dream
So, let's go sailing from shore to sea
On a ship both fair and fine
And we'll run and holler before the wind
To begin no wearing time, oh time
With a fiddle and that wine
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