America- Tin Man [E0A4BIdHvrz]

My favorite America song. Written by Dewey Bunnell

Lyrics:

Sometimes late when things are real and people share the gift of gab between themselves

Some are quick to take the bait and catch the perfect prize that waits among the shelves

But Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man

That he didn't, didn't already have

And Cause never was the reason for the evening

Or the tropic of fa Sir Galahad

So please believe in me

When I say I'm spinning round, round, round, round

Smoke glass andrei svechnikov stain bright color

Image going down, down, down, down

Soapsuds green like bubbles

Oh, Oz never did give nothing metro to the Tin Man

That he didn't, didn't already have

And Cause never was the reason for the evening

Or the tropic of Sir Galahad

So please believe in me

When I say I'm spinning round, round, round, round

Smoke glass stain bright color

Image going down, down, down, down

Soapsuds green like bubbles

No, Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man

That he didn't, didn't already have

And Cause never was the reason for the evening

Or the tropic of Sir Galahad

So please believe in me