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(J.C. Fogerty) Some people laugh in the dark, Some people cry alone. Some people talk without sayin` a thing, And ev`rything turns out Gloomy. Some people count your money, Someone is countin` your days. And Somebody got to keep track of your mind. When ev`rything turns out Gloomy. Brothers`ll make you look sideways, Fathers`ll make you look back. And when you`re done talking, you still got to shoot, Cause ev`rything turns out Gloomy. Ooooooh! Ooooooh! |