100 Years — текст песни (blues traveler)

Music & lyrics: john popper



The sun is warm as the day is long

I just got the feeling I can do no wrong

Ive got a long way to walk

Cant afford my next meal

I tell a few lies but my hunger is real



And it wont mean a thing in a hundred years

No, it wont mean a thing in a hundred years



Mademoiselle tell me do you play

Well, if she shakes her head, well then thats okay

I watch her walk away in haste

Theres just no accounting for some peoples taste,



And it wont mean a thing in a hundred years

No, it wont mean a thing in a hundred years



Big angry man in the doorway there

Just keep on walking like I dont care

Why you giving such an evil eye

Could it be you were ignored by every passerby



And it wont mean a thing in a hundred years

No, it wont mean a thing in a hundred years



Play in the park for tobacco and food

Then I excuse myself but they think Im rude

Tourist dont want me to end his show

But this colorful attraction got places to go



And it wont mean a thing in a hundred years

No, it wont mean a thing in a hundred years



Sit at the pier watch the sun go down

Another lost little boy in a big old town

I want to laugh I want to cry

But no matter how hard I may try



It wont mean a thing in a hundred years

No, it wont mean a thing in a hundred years



It wont mean a thing in a hundred years

No, it wont mean a thing in a hundred years



1990 blues traveler music