Anne Mccue From Bakersfield To Saigon
Stars were bright from the dark side of your mood
Never knew what I would find against your skin
You seemed surprised that the night could ever end
With a question mark behind you in the dark
From Bakersfield to Saigon everyone's singing the same old song
It was not me, it was not me to be so cruel
From Campbelltown to Beirut, everyone's hopping to the same old groove
It was not me, it was not me to be so cruel
You and me, we were always always gettin' high
as the sun came up and made the night the night
You've got the kind of itch, that you can never scratch
and the coat of many colours will fade to grey
From Bakersfield to Saigon everyone's singing the same old song
It was not me, it was not me to be so cruel
From Campbelltown to Beirut, everyone's hopping to the same old groove
It was not me, it was not me to be so cruel
You're a fighter and a secret welfare poet
but the cost of living hard is dying fast
You make your way through the bars of South L.A.
on a one way street of darkness and decay
From Bakersfield to Saigon everyone's singing the same old song
It was not me, it was not me to be so cruel
From Campbelltown to Beirut, everyone's hopping to the same old groove
It was not me, it was not me to be so cruel
It was not me, it was not me to be so cruel
It was not me, it was not me to be so cruel
