Tulsa yesterday tomorrow forever
Today I think I'll take my own sweet time
You can tell by my blues that I'm no beginner
Or just look into my eyes
I learned my lessons in the days back in the dogwood
Left some footprints in the deep red clay
Found my way past the temptations of plenty
Let the sound take me all the way
It's a low down dirty sorrow
To know the real pain of love
Somethings you own some you borrow
Until you let it go
Find a garden let it grow
And what you find
Let it shine
Let your chariot swing low
West wind blow my blood runs cold from to much trouble
West wind blow howl thru my bones tonight
Tulsa yesterday tomorrow forever
Today I think I'll take my own sweet time
You can tell by my shoes that i am a believer
Or just look into my eyes
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Tulsa yesterday tomorrow forever
Today I think I'll take my own sweet time
You can tell by my blues that I'm no beginner
Or just look into my eyes
I learned my lessons in the days back in the dogwood
Left some footprints in the deep red clay
Found my way past the temptations of plenty
Let the sound take me all the way
It's a low down dirty sorrow
To know the real pain of love
Somethings you own some you borrow
Until you let it go
Find a garden let it grow
And what you find
Let it shine
Let your chariot swing low
West wind blow my blood runs cold from to much trouble
West wind blow howl thru my bones tonight
Tulsa yesterday tomorrow forever
Today I think I'll take my own sweet time
You can tell by my shoes that i am a believer
Or just look into my eyes
Today I think I'll take my own sweet time
You can tell by my blues that I'm no beginner
Or just look into my eyes
I learned my lessons in the days back in the dogwood
Left some footprints in the deep red clay
Found my way past the temptations of plenty
Let the sound take me all the way
It's a low down dirty sorrow
To know the real pain of love
Somethings you own some you borrow
Until you let it go
Find a garden let it grow
And what you find
Let it shine
Let your chariot swing low
West wind blow my blood runs cold from to much trouble
West wind blow howl thru my bones tonight
Tulsa yesterday tomorrow forever
Today I think I'll take my own sweet time
You can tell by my shoes that i am a believer
Or just look into my eyes
Writer: CHRISTOPHER MARK ROBINSON, NEAL CASAL
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BMG Rights Management