(myles goodwyn)

Published by goody two tunes, inc. - bmi



You won't need that drink of water, no more

And you won't need that fine young stallion, no more, not any more

You won't see your brown-eyed daughter, no more, not any more

And you won't need that silver dollar, no more, not any more



Baby baby, i believe, my time's nearly through

No comforts of life, maybe maybe, this time my luck's overdue



You've been pushin' for too long, mister

But you won't gain, no you won't gain

And now your blood boy, is gonna flow through your veins

You're gonna feel the pain, you're gonna feel the pain, whoa



Baby baby, i believe, my times nearly through

No comforts of life, maybe maybe, this time my luck's overdue



There's no sun when your life is over

And my maker is about to call

It seems the night is gettin' cold and lonely

Still i'm feelin' no feelin' at all

Any more, ooh, any more