John Norum Strange Days
Come a dealer with a bag full He's pushing from the corner of his eyes What you can tell form the shine of his shoes He's working for the F.B.I. Where there's a cop on every corner Yeah, he's got an axe to grind Waiting for some guitar playing, grass smoking, long hair He's got promotion on his mind Strange days, Lord, Lord... Strange ways Oh... Strange ways I'd like to know What I'm supposed to do No it's not for sale watchin' you two Strange... Strange days Strange ways Strange days Strange days... Lord, Lord... Strange days Strange ways I'd like to know What I'm supposed to do No it's not for sale watchin' you two Strange... Strange days Strange ways Strange days
