Okolice Bluesa

Mother Earth
by Peter Chatman & Louis Simpkins

You may not have me all the time,
You may never go my way.
Mother Earth is waitin’ for you,
With a debt you have to pay.
I don’t care how great you are,
Or what you’re worth.
When it all comes down,
You got to come back to Mother Earth.

You may own half a city,
Even diamond and pearls.
You may have your own airplane,
And you may fly, fly,
Fly all over this world.
But I don’t give a damn,
What you’re worth.
When it all comes down,
You got to come back to Mother Earth.

You may play the horses baby,
You may, own the racetrack.
You may have enough money,
To buy anything, anything you lack.
I don’t care how great you are,
Don’t give a damn what you’re worth.
When it all, all comes down,
You got to come back to Mother Earth.

You may not have me all the time,
You may never go my way.
Mother Earth is waitin’ for you,
With a debt you have to,
have to, have to, have to, have to pay.
I don’t care how great you are,
Or what you’re worth.
When it all comes down,
Oh, you got to go back to Mother Earth.
When it all, when it all comes down,
You got to go back to Mother Earth.

Pozdrawiam.