Nothing I`d Rather Do — текст песни (John Wesley Harding)

There`s nothing that`s better at all
That`s better than the sound of the closest call
Tells you to act proud, act proud, walk tall
There`s nothing that`s better at all

There`s nothing that can be compared
To the silver braid that plaits your hair
It`s as if you didn`t care
There`s nothing that can be compared

There`s trouble in your town
The wind blew in and your confidence drowned
Hasn`t been the same since you found
There`s trouble in your town

I didn`t read your letters
With you, they`re never news
And they`re no substitute for the times I never see you
That`s all anyway
What have you got to lose
Goes for me too....

There`s nothing I`d rather do
Take you in and pull you through
Take you in and pull you through
There`s nothing I`d rather do
There`s nothing I`d rather do