Put Your Records On - Acoustic Tiffany Alvord

Three little birds sat on my window
And they told me I don’t need to worry
Summer came like, cinnamon so sweet
Little girls double-dutch on the concrete

Maybe sometimes
We got it wrong but it’s alright
The more things seem to change
The more they stay the same
Oh, don’t you hesitate

Girl, put your records on, tell me your favorite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams
Just go ahead, let your hair down
You’re gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow

Blue as the sky, sunburnt and lonely
Sipping tea in the bar by the roadside
Don’t you let those other boys fool you
Got to love that afro hairdo

Maybe sometimes
We feel afraid but it’s alright
The more you stay the same
The more they seem to change
Don’t you think it’s strange?